a quarter of a century spent searching for an identity
transversed realities through multiple instances
created lives through futile experiences
lost is the soul in this search
found is the hollow ring of desolate realization
that this is all there is
and that is so ....
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Scene 4m the movie: "Play It Again, Sam". conversation over Edvard Munch's painting 'the scream'
WOODY ALLEN: That's quite a lovely Jackson Pollock,isn't it?
GIRL IN MUSEUM: Yes it is.
WOODY ALLEN: What does it say to you?
GIRL IN MUSEUM: It restates the negativeness of the universe, the hideous lonely emptiness of existence, nothingness, the predicament of man forced to live in a barren, godless eternity, like a tiny flame flickering in an immense void, with nothing but waste, horror, and degradation, forming a useless bleak straightjacket in a black absurd cosmos.
WOODY ALLEN: What are you doing Saturday night?
GIRL IN MUSEUM: Committing suicide.
WOODY ALLEN: What about Friday night?
GIRL IN MUSEUM:[leaves silently]
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WE ARE IN 2007, NOT IN 1930'S!EXISTENTIALISTS ARE DEAD.
thanks for the wake up call with 'fight club' but i have out grown that .... thought i know it is my life.
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