Love , desire , passion are the rhythm , rime , poetry and natural expression of the philosophy of life . We must have dreams to live and we must live to have dreams . But fetishism is another thing . It truly is an obsessive , stubborn selfishness , with the purpose of creating further obsession and more suffering .
The fetishistic does not longer lives but his fetish is the one who lives : A dog with no bone . A night with no stars . A full moon hid by the clouds . A temple with no images . A house with no doors , no windows . A heart which does not beat . A knife with no edge . A hungry man in front of an empty plate . A glass with no water . What will happen to me without you ? If the flower does not have the aroma , it is no flower . If the sea is not salted , it is not sea . If I embrace you and I don't feel your warmth , then , you are or i am dead .
The fetishism is like that . The person does not longer lives . It is as needing a mirror to look at , trying to see if he/she has a face .
The fetish is the indispensable way to give color and savor to the life that is no longer its own . The fetish does not exist in reality . It is a fantasy of the aberrant imagination of a fanatical mind . It falls in love with the dream that never was and with the love that never knew.
The fetish is like that . It turns the all in nothing and the nothing of the fetishism makes of his fetish his everything . Every fetishism wants to live the fetish . It is as if the puppet of the puppet master was the puppet master and vice versa . They have become a fetish , taking one from the other , then , nobody exist . It is the obsession of the illusion and the illusion of the obsession .
The fetishistic does not longer lives but his fetish is the one who lives : A dog with no bone . A night with no stars . A full moon hid by the clouds . A temple with no images . A house with no doors , no windows . A heart which does not beat . A knife with no edge . A hungry man in front of an empty plate . A glass with no water . What will happen to me without you ? If the flower does not have the aroma , it is no flower . If the sea is not salted , it is not sea . If I embrace you and I don't feel your warmth , then , you are or i am dead .
The fetishism is like that . The person does not longer lives . It is as needing a mirror to look at , trying to see if he/she has a face .
The fetish is the indispensable way to give color and savor to the life that is no longer its own . The fetish does not exist in reality . It is a fantasy of the aberrant imagination of a fanatical mind . It falls in love with the dream that never was and with the love that never knew.
The fetish is like that . It turns the all in nothing and the nothing of the fetishism makes of his fetish his everything . Every fetishism wants to live the fetish . It is as if the puppet of the puppet master was the puppet master and vice versa . They have become a fetish , taking one from the other , then , nobody exist . It is the obsession of the illusion and the illusion of the obsession .
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Mystic Healing Art
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