After swimming in the ocean of all reasoning, when we finally get to reach the end of all reason and all logic, there two options ahead. Either to jump back into the same ocean or just stand there, at the periphery wall. If we do choose to remain there at the periphery, at the boundary wall, that's when life becomes an art on that wall... Every moment of life being engraved on that wall, apparently for a reason, but really for no reason.
I know I am at the periphery enjoying these utterly futile moments at present. I know I may jump back in search for even more futility at anytime.
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