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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2007-12-31 | | The irrefragable feeling of indifference blenching out of my most insidious veins covers the world created out of wrath and dissapointment. Your everything turns into nothingness, into a complete void, not a vacuum, for that might be filled some day. But a void far beyond comprehension, so absent that no shape would ever fit it. The indestructible thought of self empowerment embraces me with the supreme manifestation: absolute forgiveness. Faultlessly dressed in the night’s stillness, I give away all the resentments. I have no more requests. No more requierments from the past. I’ve just discoverd life in all it’s glory. It’s all about control. The ability to control your actions, your wishes, your life. The ability to foresee the consequences of your deeds, not to let yourself be wasted in the threads of destiny and to redeem what needs to be redeemed: your soul. Life is eternal. It has no beginning and no end. The loving friends we meet on our journey, return to us, time after time. We never die, because we were never really born. It’s the last day of 2007. The book is closed. May all of you live the dream you always wanted !
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