Ensō

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My visceral experience is comprehended as an unrepeatable phenomenon. The tactile nature of this pulsating revelation brings about a constant pondering, a desire to pore over its lore and breathe into my neurons the codex of the universe. For, when I love, that love is encapsulated in an everlasting ephemeral diorama, one I may seek refuge in when the hatred of isolation consumes me. I am possessor of both the door and its key, but am unaware of its carpenter or of the noumenal…