The True Horror of Life -sbk

I used to love the papers that came in every Saturday when the
limelight rushed into my head and I could sense time as an ever-
expanding circle..  I used to cut the papers and staple them on my
walls so it would accomodating.  I never enjoyed the silence of the
room.. My love for life was close to Speed but I couldn't possibly
fathom this because my world was the picturebook.  Because I gave
things names.. I could even give my pets names, and once I gave it a
name I couldn't eat it..those which I didn't give names I ate it with
impunity.  As God existed in all things except for me.. I read Answer
to Job one day and just that mere realization made me come to the
bleak light..where as God enlarges so too there forms and unconscious
Mind that kills Job due to its self-conscious pride.. an when He
finally discovered that Heaven itself existed without a center, he
felt an existential pain.. a pain so difficult that if he ate he would
thus Burn in his conscience..but knowing all of this, I became
objective.. Even as an insect bit me I would study the pain.. I would
interpret pain.. due to this conscience that destroyed my soul which
was high on pretty colors, its destruction lead ironically enough to
Phenomena.

The True Horror of Life -by sEung b. Kim
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