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Tag Archives: existence
sheer terror of existence
a visceral scream endlessly encasing the why whose very emergence as such preverbal attests to the supreme madness and impossibility of consciousness
Posted in dreams, hypnopompic, paradox, poetry, reflection, threshold consciousness
Tagged consciousness, existence, preverbal, terror, why
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trinity of existence
i am here i am already dead i am yet to be born
Posted in birth, boundaries, experiential, identity, looking at it another way, paradox, poetry, reflection, teaching
Tagged born, dead, existence, here, trinity
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