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Sound of Voices I

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I stopped searching for the parochial extensions of my existence. Like every youth, burning inside and blinded by definitions or interpretations I fought well like Don Quixote raging a war towards the shadows of existence and vanity. A paradox disembarked on the shores of my constructive paradigms and horizons of freethinking. Like a free bird, soaring in the endless azure sky, I trumpeted shadows of thoughts, which were repressed, subsided, othered, and muted by the elite, socialized, civilized, classed reverberations of social acceptance and code of existence in a society living in vanity. Freethinking was not free. It was unconsciously dragged unto an undefined school of thought that never existed in any frameworks of existing or non-existing theories and philosophies. I was a paradox within freethinking. It made me an aesthetic and cognitive anarchist I am now.
Celebration of soul transcended the limitations of somatic existence. Expectations were removed from the realm of my life as I travelled further. I met people or they just occurred to me, total strangers from nowhere became the fellow travelers. I was just occurring or things were just occurring to nonbeings of mine for beings. Everything felt feather-like and floated on air like a vessel on serene mighty waters. Turbulences and chaos mattered nothing, but begot beauty and happiness. I began to laugh at myself and wondered over the mighty universe I was consisting of. Wow! The whole body of mine sensationalized over the thought of that magnificent existence and being. Self-libido or narcissism fetched the abundant possibilities and potentialities of existence. I became everyone while being a single being. The narcissist of mine taught me to love myself first, see myself first, treat myself first, celebrate myself first and thus my Narcissus established my Self within me over the Other.

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