UglyBastard
Kyrie, fons bonitatis
- Mar 28, 2023
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I'm not talking about a mere carnal act - that can be bought with the vile weight of money. But you can't buy with coins the intimate shelter of a sincere embrace, the absolute disarmament that makes you naked and full at the same time. No amount of money can offer that. And it's precisely this impossibility that tears you apart. If you've never known it, perhaps you live with a numb chest, believing that it's all just a big mistake. But woe betide anyone who has tasted that glimmer of grace: for them, there is no simulacrum that satiates, no drug that deceives desire; the soul writhes with want, like an open wound.
No, of course we don't die without it. Life drags us through a thousand distractions. But to deny how much we miss it would be a puerile lie. What really gnaws at me, what consumes me from the inside, is seeing so many people for whom this opportunity comes their way, almost effortlessly, while others - perhaps me - face homeric battles, willing to move mountains, and yet they barely touch the edge of this ecstasy. We live in an infernal labyrinth of injustices, everything seems meaningless. And, I confess, nothing would please me more than to discover some glimmer of purpose behind all this miserable existence.