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Human progress is analogous to a constant fight. For every fallen assumption there is a step forward.
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The stream of tears running down my face became an all mighty never stopping flood of liquid pearls, gifts to the existence of such perfect idea, the reason of the perfection which did not need to be shown, the light which needs not to be seen for it to light up things that no one will ever see, those marvelous things whose pure essence remains as long as they are not sought after, casted light upon, precisely written about. The kind of things which remain a secret.
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The wall. The walls.
There is a wall everywhere.
A wall surrounding everything surrounding you. A wall surrounding you.
A proper definition for a wall would be a multi dimensional borderline.
In order to draw you need to create a uni dimensional wall. To draw things you need to draw walls around them. Walls define something in terms of what that thing is not. Something like this:
Definition of A:
A is not equal to B.
There is a wall for every human. Additionally, humans create more walls around them. Whatever the reason, a wall is built up. Depending of the situation, the wall receives labels as safety, privilege, fear, courage, strength. Also, we allow other humans to build walls around us, again for a wide range of reasons.
Eventually, the building up of walls becomes an axiom and thus, the one with just one wall is considered inconsistent, irrational, nonsensical.
Sometimes, two persons, for it to be officially well looked upon, male and female, decide to merge their walls. When this happens, from the outsider point of view, it seems like the two individuals actually fused their walls into one in a process analogous to cell fusion. But if one gets to gain an insight into the two individuals, one can see that they did not actually merged. They just got so physically close that it seems that they are actually one. One might also see that both individuals, even though they keep trying to always get closer to each other maybe to some obsessive extreme, they actively repel each other for failing in attaining a complete and actual fusion.
There is a wall for every one of us. A wall between the abstract and the concrete. A wall between fiction and reality. Between reader and writer. Between you and me.
Accepting this fundamental wall as part of the same axiom that conforms our identity as individuals, does not deny our natural tendencies towards getting closer towards each other. Individuals cannot cross or destroy their or others walls. But ideas can. Ideas travel through walls with no frontier and no limitation than that of the mind of its creator. I am meant to create ideas. Ideas that resemble dim lighted spheres flying from others towards one and from one towards others.
Ideas that are the proof that the paradox of identity is not restrictive, that even limited on ourselves, alone with our own individuality, we can still get close, and appreciate that this wall of us gives birth to the unlimited potential of ideas.
Ideas that are light and life and love.