poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Isn't it strange
isn’t it strange that we can be so close and yet remain strangers that we can debate the mysteries of this universe and yet understand nothing as if words were so shallow as to mean absolutely nothing? isn’t it strange that what draws us flees from us and what we reject we must face [9-VI-21]
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