Mystery
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Technological progress is like an axe in the hands of a pathological criminal. – Albert Einstein For forty years, I have dwelled alone beneath the earth, in a room so sterile it rivals a surgical theatre. No photographs. No mementos. Only a yellowing calendar and a mahogany clock — my sole tormentor. That clock, relentless…
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Chaos is order yet undeciphered. – José Saramago NOVEMBER 27, YEAR 2047 The mystery I share now surpasses anything a human mind can fully comprehend. This final confession, scribbled on my deathbed during a feverish summer night, began with a single, extraordinary encounter. Before I guide you into this labyrinth of my life, allow me…
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“The Way is in a higher place than righteousness. This is very difficult to discover, but it is the highest wisdom. When seen from this standpoint, things like righteousness are rather shallow.” It would be naive to deny that many great Sensei have failed to truly impart the most intricate lessons of the Way. Likewise,…
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For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one – Kahlil Gibran *** The stench of death gleefully hung frozen in time as its icy tentacles teasingly flittered with one man’s troubled soul. His troubles were born of the fact that he had found love in the strangest of…
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It is believed that there is no greater evil than the feeling of sheer hatred for another man. It’s also believed that hatred is misplaced admiration, hence almost harmless. Whichever one chooses to accept or embrace is based on one’s perception and experiences in life. Back when I proclaimed myself an atheist and openly rejected…
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Patience which is said to be a virtue, was one I didn’t have in plentiful as I sat at the corner clipping my dirty finger nails. The reason for my impatience was the slow approach the second occupant of the room employed as he nervously went about the final phase of our unsavory business. …
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The menacing figure calmly sat on the precipice of the Bolivian cliff brandishing a fauchard in both hands as it watched me with apprehension. It was dark but I could see from this great distance that its dark cloak fluttered eerily with the wind and a tingle of excitement crept up my spine. Always from…
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ST CLAIRE’S MENTAL INSTITUTION, VERMONT [1942] Dolores sat at the corner playing with her hair as she watched them struggle to sedate the violent and rambling Harry who had been using his body for the last hour as a projectile in the bid to destroy the padded walls of his room. And even with the…
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It is said that in death all things become clear and all mysteries which has been eluding your understanding during your lifetime becomes suddenly revealed. One old geezer somewhere knew this statement to be so true as he clutched his chest in terror when the supposed ghosts of his past finally came back…
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I am huddled at the corner scared stiff, weeping and wondering when and how I got myself into this hell. I no longer have control over my actions and mind and it has punished me again for daring to defy it. My last vestige of humanity has been torn away from me without much…
My Dark School Of Thoughts 