realization

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I am nothing and cannot be someone or something. I can assume or predict. But I have to consume my undigested (my predictions my expectations) garbage on daily basis with no cooperation or help from my world.

My expectations shall never be met.

I remain undissolvable in my world!!!
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Am I independent? Am I unemployed? Am I silent?
Does world has any meaning to me other that it is what it is?
Is there any healing touch to sooth away my pain of suffering from my love ~ my world? 
When would my world die?

It is one only promise to me and myself and intend to keep it:

I do not ask in any manner in any language. I am independent self-sufficient and self-employed.

I must die before I break my promise to myself and surrender to my hypotheses and ask.  I keep my life outside my home for anybody to snuff it anytime. I am not in anybody's mercy. I do not guard them from vanishing.

I do not love me. I only love my world. I am ever ready to give away anything I consider mine or valuable to any from the rest of my world without a thought or words.


  

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