What is futile we seek. Our existential cliché: to seek. Thoughts come across without having any meaning. Our essential condition: to be sick of... Us. Or ourselves. Thus, is discovered another verb: to find. The Love already existed before any reasonable explication. So, it is given to us perception. The perception of loving. It's not necessary to show off your sick seek - there's so much beyond what isn't normally seen. Life - it must be rediscovered.
Picture: Reinaldo Murata.
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