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Anatomy of an Epicurean Solitude: V Crusoe

# What charm thou possess to haunt me even in the remotest seclusion of my sentimental alienation from thy distraction! (10/10/14, 10:09 AM) <edited> /'cus, I think, you don't deserve it/

# I'm a lone traveller. Stars are my guides, wind is my speed, dream is my drive, time is my road, and space is my milestone and I don’t want to know my destiny. (01/11/14, 04:45 PM)

There’s a reason and a cause for every bit of encounter. What makes us to do certain things and certain not? Have you ever imagined your death? Different types or say, rather styles of death? It's weird to think! The energy that was making our lives active burns out gradually is the normal death. The depletion of the bio mechanism in addition to the rejuvenation of the body and soul within a macrocosmic furnace predicts the elasticity and vulnerability of   animus survival of existing organisms.  As if life finds its way, death also does the same.  (28/11/14, 05:50 PM)

Have you ever thought beyond the universe where you don't have any stars or planets to fantasize even an object to reflect? You, being lost in the very depth or absolute nothingness of the ultimate space, where space becomes the most monstrous and terrible thing ever happens to you; where you alone are dropped. It's even terrific to think about. Think about being lost in a vast mighty sea where you have nothing to hold on; just you alone? Is it horrible? It is most horrible than when you find the presence of a shark! At least, shark gives you an alter ego or a sense of danger or sudden death. It's less horrible than the first case of being lost alone. (02/12/14, 07:47 PM)

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