Dienstag, 24. Juni 2014

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A beautiful Lie.

As for us humans – I don't think there is any more left to us than self-pity.
And I do believe this is a beautiful word. Funny isn't it? How language can create such contradicted impressions. You can live the beautiful lie of a sound or understand the meaning behind it. But in The very moment you do – something dies.
Something is fully and inevitably interrupted.
You can't go back there. You have the information, that was enough to kill the lie.
The lie
is dead.
And so is the beauty? Well is it? Can you believe there is something more to a word than its meaning? Can you believe in the truth and the lie at the same time? Well most of us do.
Eventhough it is a paradox. We do. Maybe we don't realize it, but we do live the truth and the lie – both at the same time. Our "world" is basically the same word as "paradox".
Or at least this is what I am telling myself
over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. This
is my
beautiful lie.
It doesn't help me.
I just took
the l away. Out of this word.

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