...and then

there was a fracture in the very institution of love. Its aimlessly flying fragments indiscriminately piercing the lovers who will no longer be lovers. Their world has come to an end, this man has lost his leg. And she, she has lost her everything.

Contradiction is the perfect description of existence, it is THE description of being alive. For what is alive? Alive is that which is living. What is the goal of the living?

The goal of the living is to live. And yet what is the one certainty of the living? That the living are living till they are dead. In that sense, the born and dead are one and the same. Birth and death are one and the same. With birth, the human is united with its goal. It has it. When it starts to live, it moves away from its goal in search of that goal. Before death the human has to stop living. With death the human is united with its goal. This goal is not desired, yet achieved. In fact it is the absolutely undesired and it is still achieved which is why it is of the utmost purity. There cannot be a goal more absolute in purity or in goodness than this goal for it is entirely devoid of any human bias. There is no desire for this goal, the more it is undesired the more purified it becomes and it is guaranteed to be achieved. If it is desired it is still achieved because it is independent of human choice, but if a human chooses it, it doesn't lose any of its purity in comparison to some other goal except a more purified version of itself.

And then in love there was a goal too. But that goal is broken up now and it is decomposing into something else now. Love is no longer, if it ever returns it'll be alien - unrecognizable. In my heart there is only the intensity of the contradictions brewed by the reality of this life. I am at the most pinnacle of my discoveries.