CORPSE ART

Desire for benefits, achievements, degradation of the truth. All that remains is the power and sense of honours and achievements. Dignity and justice sold for the cheap. Remnants of remnants of love, without pursuit of fulfilment. Knowledge that prevents us from doing what. The direction of your life is determined by the need to achieve the best, most perfect results. Science has not proven that there is no leprechaun guarding a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. You can always do better, push the boundaries, strive for excellence, die with a sense of failure. There were so many plans, only time was short.

It’s an inseparable component of existence, the beginning of which are attempts at self-fulfillment through super sensory beauty. However, the consequence is the frustrating closure of the reality perceived by the senses.

Coming out of the metaphysical depth, reality is sublimated in a spiral of development which, from its temporal apogee, looks with a serpent’s eye on the ever stronger fetters binding Asclepius, which has been deprived of the healing spirit, magic and alchemy.

The claws of fears and fears emerged from the depths of the steep slope – they create an area where you will not find support. Extreme hunters of risk and suffering will hammer hooks into this wall. The other wall above the surface of dark water attracts like a young woman’s vagina, but she also does not give pleasure or warm shelter.

Dark shades of blue promise peace and respite. But from the deep layers hidden beneath the surface of the Lake of Calming, the restless and expansive content of intuition breaks through, which, through its clairvoyant ability, introduces content that arouses anxiety, which is forced to the depths of the unconscious.

The delusion of everything causes beauty and peace to disappear into the haze of physicality. The ruler who guarantees peace runs away towards his dream. Criticism makes it easy to command squadrons that destroy beings and homesteads. The full knowledge of the world allows us to understand the idealism of absolute, totalitarian action. We imperfect beings keep making the same mistakes. We are unable to learn from history. We do not appreciate the order of the universe. We act against logic and rules. Such defective creatures of us.

The opportunity to see the human brain does not make me know who this man was, what his thoughts, feelings and experiences were. The realism of biological life, intertwined with the spiritual emotions of each being.

The analysis of history is not possible by the exact sciences. Thought, just like beauty, has no end. There are people who will live forever if we just let them. We are building a heritage as a sign of the fight against death and oblivion. Respect for the absent living in our thoughts. We are united in pain and their suffering.