drrieux

How do you describe an emotion? How do you share it with someone? Do you compare it to other emotions? This fails to me. It fails because you cannot describe or define something by using another example of the same thing. What am I saying, is there just one emotion? Are all these things we call anger, love, happiness, sadness, hate...are they all just variables of one all encompassing thing called emotion? Emotion is a sound. It is a vibration in the air. A vibration in your soul. Like the strings of a piano we may dampen it. We may press our hands tightly down so that no emanation is allowed, but it is only temporary. It is only a fleeting saving grace. The vibration amplifies it self. It struggles and fights against the damping force. It cries out in desperation. Like a child begging to be heard. Until it shakes loose and makes itself known. It overcomes in a flood and brings you back. From the depths of your own apathy it drags you out. Shattering the walls you've built around yourself with your own self loathing. It forces recognition. It fills you completely. It both warms and chills you to the very core until you feel that your heart may burst. The more you fight to try and repress it once again, the more it pushes back and makes it's presence known. The tears pour down your cheeks like waves crashing on the surf. Your breathing becomes stammered and short. All those feelings that you thought were lost forever are upon you at once. Memories once forgotten, brought from the recesses of your mind. There is no escape. Only recognition. It is all at once the single greatest and worst moment of your life. You beg for death to come and save you from this aural onslaught. This tremendous sound. The soundtrack of your life. But you are still grateful for every moment of it. It is here that you know. Here in the bright burning light of vibration. The sound. The sound of humanity. The music. This is your life. It is the only one of its kind and the only one that will ever be. And you are grateful. You are grateful...

"Now I die and vanish the soul is as immortal as the body. But the knot of causes in which I am entangled recurs and will create me again. I myself belong to the causes of eternal recurrence. I come again, with this sun, with this earth, with this eagle, with this serpent - not to a new life or a better life or a similar life: I come back eternally to this same, selfsame life, in what is greatest as in what is smallest, to teach again the eternal recurrence of all things"
-Nietzsche