INTRODUCTION
The life and the man behind the rumination. A very concise feature of ephemeral wonder. I escape the thought of sheltered intuition— esteemed logic and not the outskirts of the construct. The reason and the strategy to bestow consciousness onto the platform of curious aptitude. The sought out facility of being alive and happy. The true definition of existence— and the implied meaning of contentment. Quite simply, evading the foreboding thought that suggests infirmity and the overblown crisis of overwhelmed cognisance. The thought begins the course of consequence. Which is to say there is a limit to things— bold and overborne. The modification of pleasantries that introduce intrusive questions; every step I take is the great philosophy of acclaimed endeavour; like what is life and the engrossing meaning of existence. Have I contained reason out of a subjected conflict—personal to my mind’s potential—inflection as deep as the painful realisation of losing ones’ spirit. The resolution— outlandish. A gregarious man once told me life is not the question that is asked but the answer that is questioned. A very subtle awareness that contains the thought of curious assignment, where I can carry the response alongside the doubt that comes with the metaphorical analysis. The rhetoric of a great theory, under the law of chaos— is a predicament to the nature of organised intrusion. Had I known the idea of life, in the maintained degree of certitude, I would have played the role of an enthusiastic poet, challenging the anthropological thought that describes the course of evolved conclusions. I lose myself in the moments of reached awareness, the thought revolves around itself in defeated atrophy. Where I am the great illusive question of wasted time and energy, in the equation of (if I am alive— I would, and when I am alive— I do.) That is the defining nature of supreme submission that makes a man— philosophically dull. Controversy and counteractive measurements—why I am discussing the reason of true thought and well inhabiting solutions. Somehow, I have lost the common sense and logic of adequate explanations, why I feel like I need to refine the space of lost forbearance, and really define my own happiness.
TRANCENSION 