The Garden of Desires
Philosophical Musings & Absurdist Ramblings
In the labyrinth of human longing, where shadows twist in the light of unfulfilled dreams, lies the garden. Its paths are paved with the echoes of wishes and the soft murmurs of voices unseen.
Riddle of the Sphinx: What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and three legs in the evening?
Among the petals of neon thoughts, the mind discovers the impossible: a desire to desire. We plant seeds of yearning in soil made of memories, hoping to harvest moments yet to come.
Consider, if you will, a universe where time is but a canvas, and existence the brush. Each stroke a choice, each color a consequence.
Are we not gardeners of our own destinies, pruning the branches of fate with the shears of intention? Yet, the irony blooms: the true gardener knows not where the paths shall lead.
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When the night falls and silence blankets the world, the garden whispers secrets to those brave enough to listen. The secret's simplicity is its complexity: a circle unbroken, an eternal return.