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Curious Existence


Be curious about your...
  • Safety of surviving without power
  • Satisfaction of sexuality without sex
  • Security in society without fame
  • Solvency in finance without money
...by allowing...
  • Words to calm without boredom towards aesthetics.
  • Thoughts to arouse without aversion to the tension of ethics and aesthetics that creates anxiety
  • Deeds to displease without grasping at religion whose despair degrades into anxiety begotten by a boredom that betrays curiosity
Rather arrive at a character of grateful appreciation for the enjoyment of pleasure producing a joy that feeds curiosity without the despondency of complacent indifference that feeds frustration with the struggle against the misery of discouragement by finding encouragement in every recess of reality for it invites your curiosity to find abundant creativity that solves the greatest problems worthy of a compassionate investment of interest that is devoutly intrigued and desperately fascinated with opportunities myriad potential for infinite possibility betraying the lie that dullness of the mind persists in ignorance by informing your soul with fuel of loves capacity and your ability to produce imaginatively without limitations of restraint.

How?
Care about what you love without relenting by being inspired with personal experience that elicits elation considering every situation a celebration of clever creation.

Goodness is a product of passion united with purity of intent.

Purity of intent is yours to the greatest extent.

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