Not Going to Title This Even if I'm Dead

So, how do I put this? I want to write but hesitate to write quite often. It's not because I have no passion for writing. I only have doubts about my own skills.  It's a typical growing process,  so I'll pay no more heed to it and just move along with my mediocre skills. Today's topic is literally 'nothing'. 

In the heat of my past posts, I'm still not concerned about the coherency of any of them and don't care either. Last year I wrote a ridiculous post on my sentiments of 'romantic' love and, I still abide by  those sentiments- as I always have- and always will. I still don't find it to be a coherent solution to our primordial needs. Elimination of emotions and intimacy are an obligation to evolve further (Ignore the last sentence please; I know humans will legitimately commit suicide if they were refrained of that 'need' of theirs).

Leaving personal contemplations of my world aside, let's get to the top of this stigma. I haven't discovered anything, nor am I willing to discover anything - as it all happens by probabilistic chance.

Why am I hesitating to write a proper post so often ? 

Mostly because the ideas that come into my mind aren't often synthesized enough to be simulated into 200 paragraphs or less. It's really complex to write about a topic that's so profound and intriguing and, that's because of the amount of information that the topic itself yields. Yes, I could somehow push in a few paragraphs by using second hand or expert sources that argue in favour or against the topic, but that too would conclude an unsatisfiable verdict to the predicament of the topic. 

Based on that rationale of mine, it has become quite tough on me really sit down and be solipsistic about whatever interest I have in mind. I just shouldn't 'have' or 'want' to assess or evaluate a certain idea or axiom without knowing of the clear paths or divergences that may be in the possession of its most favourable leaders. Even with that on board, the issue that comes next are the relevance and desirability of the ideas themselves. Is it significant for me to actually spend or invest my time playing around this idea? Is it productive enough for me to preach this idea to the very people- whose existence I deem as meaningless as mine ? 

Yes/No ! It's both yes and no for both of those questions. It's supposed be seem absurd but coherently that's how it plays out. Rather than pondering around on the efficacious range of those ideas, it's only significant to wonder about their profundity - as that's what humans will really care about naturally rather than collective distribution of usefulness. If it drives enough principles to drown in its own medicine, then it's way more worth than the mumbo jumbo one spits in the heat of a drunk debate infamously carried out by 'illiterate' politicians and public speaker ( Even though a lot of politicians and public speakers tend to go to prestigious schools or universities, their capability to analytically understand or assess issues are far worse than the attention span of a 2 years old babe). 

To sum it up, it's hard to rationalize on any topic, considering that the lack of a holistic process gives rise to superstitious beliefs among the crowd. In order to assure the continuous approach towards such topics, it's within the best of humanity's procession to apply a great level of uncertainty - as it seems that we've been evolving in our epistemology to regard that as our fine saviour: the saviour that aids us in putting an 'inconsistency' within our 'consistent' axiom. 

A Clash Of Chests

Here are 2 contrast poems I made a while back ( initially as a school project).
1st one: 

Paradoxical timeline, however, It’s not a dream

In a world made for us,
The patriots of the snow,
Blends into the bow of tomorrow,
For we once never sought sorrow,
As our minds were never narrow,
For we worked delicate and mowed through;
Halt !
Capture them and let’s make it anew. 

Accept our gifts of bloom,
We’ve made more progress than any other,
The philanthropy has us all covered in sparkling diamond,
We shan’t ever worry for all this gold;
Lead them right through the herd,
For I say:
The holy grail is in the tablets of the aeons,
And not once shall it fail to grasp from our hands !

Let’s stand up together,
My Brothers Of The Present, Past and Tomorrow,
We shall dine in the throat of the seedling,
And shall slaughter a sheep for our feast of glory,
For we deserve this power and fame,
And so does our father of understanding.

May mercy be in your soul,
For we are your great saviours !

2nd one a.k.a. counter poem:
The Land that accepts you , despite slaughter !

The world is made for all,
None is superior or inferior,
The blends of sorrow and hatred,
Filled all our hearts with the trails of the unnatural sky,
Though, I still speak on the people’s behalf,
My energy echoes throughout the universe’s heart;
As delicate as we all work, our hearts are always singing birds !

Though, you’ve failed to understand gaia,
We’ve accepted you in our hearts,
For we’re not you at all !
The gold and diamonds you speak of,
Mean nothing more than treacherous blood in everyone’s memories,
Shut down our abilities,
But shutting down our inner spirits,
Will require more than your systematic illusion,
And since we still have the birds of the universe on our side,
The crystals of the past are still in our hands. 

Let’s take a moment,
For your standing as a whole mean nothing more,
Our unity lies in infinity,
And your narrowness will not be prevailed over such ignorance,
No power,
No fame,
Only gratitude and everlasting love are what we have,
And what we seek is what is already there,
So we shall not seek at all,
For we are children of the One and The Infinite. 

Infinite love shall always be with you,
For our love holds no boundaries even in the face of lost souls. 

-Othello Gomes

The Enigmatic Conclusion Of The Labyrinth

The arrival of the enigma,
Bestowed my contemplations,
Through the neat,
And the knot,
Do you feel the numbers now ?
The numbers we once didn’t know of?
I ask not ,
I state not,
I feel not,
I am no empath. 

Avert Not Thine Eyes,
Find the golden civilization,
For its myths shall be your light,
The process of the light gets blown,
For thy hasn’t yet fully succumbed,
So thy shall use the remaining of your last will.

You ask me what’s aesthetic,
My answer doesn’t suit your tree of knowledge,
Shed thy leaves,
Grow anew,
The doves will come and go,
So will the flying horses,
For that,
You shall cover all the revelations,
But don’t forget whose tree it is you bear.

The Enigmatic Conclusion
By Othello D. Gomes

Can Utopia Be Easily Achieved?

Not too long back I made a video about whether Utopia is what we think it is, and it still strikes my mind with that certain term Of "A Perfect Place".

Ironically , the term's justifiable means are contrary to what we describe it to be.

CAN THERE BE A PERFECT PLACE? 

Is the term "perfect" deceiving your own mind, or is it a perceived view of what something should be, and fit our own agenda ? Because, when we talk about "perfection" , it's mostly that we're not satisfied with it. 

Besides that, it all comes back to what we perceive , and what we think of. No one can establish a 'Perfect Utopia' ; only a Neigh-Utopia can be established, and that's if you look at how people function in this world. Almost everyone thinks their belief is right, and whatever doesn't fit their agenda is deemed 'ridiculous' , 'crazy' , or , 'retarded'. Rationality must come into place when it comes to that; people still abuse 'Rationality', though, thus making everything irrational.
If one thinks their Utopia is the one , and only, it's still not, because that's only a perception, and opinion of that person, and may still have flaws - almost bound to have flaws.

We don't live in a Utopia, but we can make it way way better, only believe me on that. We don't have to achieve a Utopia, we only have to progress, and make everything better, but to do that we must of course abstain from several things first: Violence, A Destructive Ego, and all that's mentioned in the 7 sins. With those gradually refrained from being in use, we could at last spread Infinite Love, just keep radiating that no matter what comes on your path; once you give up on 'Love' , it'll eventually turn you back into the precise opposite, and fill you with the usual negativity, and hate.
To stop all the hate, and violence, we must spread Infinite unconditional love, instead of trying to form a rebellion, and taking over the Castle , and slaying the Kings, and Queens - as that itself is the continuity of violence itself. Sure, the money system is corrupt too, but it'll disappear once the conscious revolution ends.

-CONCLUSION- 

-AVE UNIVERSUM-