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Solitude seems to be more personally/individually rooted.

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SOLITUDE one must be comfortable in solitude to be able to partake in a relationship, because dependence is unhealthy.

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-Friedrich Nietzche

I think thoughts are the manifestations of our feelings, and vice versa. Sometimes feelings cannot be properly expressed, except they may eventually all find a way to be articulated. But sometimes we do feel so weird and feel immense pains that just seem oversimplified when actually explained. If shadows distort us, and our thoughts are the shadows of our feelings, our thoughts would then be tricking us. Do we lie to ourselves? How do we know our thoughts accurately articulate what we feel? There is no way to tell, really. How do we know if we really know ourselves? I guess our thoughts are somehow interpretations/translations of our subconscious.

“I believe that almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension that we find paralyzing because we no longer hear our surprised feelings living.

-Rilke

Emotions happen, it is how we respond to them that matters.

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Fleas interest me so much that I let them bite me for hours.

They are perfect, ancient, Sanskrit, machines that admit of no appeal.

They do not bite to eat, they bite only to jump; they are the dancers of the celestial sphere, delicate acrobats in the softest and most profound circus; let them gallop on my skin, divulge their emotions, amuse themselves with my blood, but someone should introduce them to me.

I want to know them closely, I want to know what to rely on.

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Sublime.

The beautiful, according the Edmund Burke, is what is well-formed and aesthetically pleasing, whereas the Sublime is what has the power to compel and destroy us.

Theworld world iscomplex so complex and sointricacies many intricacies that beauty The is so and has sohas many that beauty seems to be seems relative.to be relative.

If our shadows distort us, and our thoughts are the shadows of our feelings, our thoughts would then be tricking us.

Do we lie to ourselves?

How do we know our thoughts accurately articulate what we feel?

There is no way to tell, really.

How do we know if we really know ourselves?

Can we take steps to align our conscious with our subconscious?

Or take steps to accurately interpret and utilize our subconscious?

How can one’s subconscious feelings and desires actually be known, common knowledge?

Is human nature too complex and diverse to categorize and predict?

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