Vanity, All is Vanity.

I've been trying to live as an idealist. But, hell...

There's no such place for one.

This world is so realistic, and "rationally" ignores the metaphysical world, which transcends rationality.

What extraordinary is become (not a grammar error, there's a pragmatical meaning here) ordinary.

Who cares about the cosmos?

it all starts with the head of metaphysical thinker, triggered by Wittgenstein's mind.

After thinking about what surpasses reality, they ignore it.

Some say paradox, some say yin and yang.

I found it contradictory instead of paradoxical.

Here and now has been so loathsome to me.

There was no answer found, and the whole (I thought) hypothetical theories were so conjuring the fools.

It turns out I'm the part of the fool.

I'm darkly aufklarung-ed.

Slowly I accept the idea of the age.

As I could not know why I could not have accepted it, I also could not know why I'm starting to hold it.

Both ways are logical.

Both ways look so true.

But the truth is... a man could only live by sacrificing his ideas and hopes about changing the world.

A man is not a superman.

There's no superpower.

We stay mortal, and a single tick could lead us to death.

You're laying on your bed, who guarantees that your bed is safe? 

What's so convincing about the ground you're standing on? an earthquake could happen at any moment.

The lamp, also, my friend, above your head, could just explode and the glass could just hit your eyes.

In a bigger scope, nothing is so sure about gravity.

Even in an exact idea, there's also a chance for relativity.

Hence I now know that sometimes you gotta accept that you're not a solitude in the middle of the crowd. You are the part of the walking pedestrian, where no one pays attention and no one becomes the center of the attention.

We live in mostly one-colored world. Nothing so different, nothing so special.

try to speak, and no one listens.

try to listen, then no one speaks.

All is murmurs and chatters of vanity. Nothing perpetual is chased.

People just live their life, and people just die...

Welcome to the world of postmodernism.