(via vibriosun)

I try–without success–to stop finding reasons for vanity in anything. When I happen to manage it nonetheless, I feel that I no longer belong to the mortal gang. I am above everything then, above the gods themselves. Perhaps that is what death is: a sensation of great, of extreme superiority.

i am trying to figure this out
how can be nothingness filled
if there will be no meaning by filling it

here is the hidden question behind this
what is the aim of filling it
the answer is clear
humanbeing always runs after meanings that he needed…

and this is my lovely problem
i already ate up the meanings
absurd indeed.

sometimes i feel like i am much more close to absurd than nothingness..
i see the difference is absurdity let you to give it a meaning and no matter it is significant or insignificant.
on the other hand, nothingness doesn’t allow you to fill itself, it catches you suddenly then captures you ‘till the moment you become the nothingness.
like drowning in a black hole, where everything born when everything is gone..