Mozart - Moonlight Sonata 1st Movement
You pride yourself for being a rational thinker. You pride yourself for free of partiality. Remote from emotional affliction, emancipated from relational attachment, for the macrocosm in your perspective has been reduced to pure concept and reason, connected with each other by mere strings of causality. Clairvoyant as you may be, yet you have lost the personal touch to the very thing that makes a human a human. You have lost irrationality, the indubitably quintessential yet ostensibly improbable constituent of volition. Your love is logical. Your love is quantitative. What is owed must be returned; what is superfluous must be given. Your love is never unrestrained nor undying. Your love is never unconditional nor profound. Your psyche supports logic, yet your existence defies it. Your external veneer may be close to others, yet your inner soul is secluded and separated by infinite demarcation. Subconscious is suppressed. Eyes are blinded. Instinct is overridden. To you, hope is an illusion, emotion is a burden, feeling is a chemical reaction. You see yourself as mere complicated jumble of molecules. You think of nihilism. You believe in existentialism. You indulge in solipsism. You believe not in the existence of God, nor the non-existence of God. Absolute truth cannot be sought...
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