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The old amusement parkThe old amusement park,Casting a crippled shadowOn the ground,In reminiscence of delightThat poisons, stupefies the mindThrows one to Seventh Heaven's heights,Rushing the ichor,Letting the senses fleeAbsorbing ecstasy, releasing joy and glee...Life,Will you come back to me?Oh, will you twist my soul and spin my head,Just once again before I plummet dead?Or will you let me warmly in your arms,Away from nature's harm?One lives how one was taught,One brings what one in life up-brought.I ask: burn me on blazing embers,Which I have grown in meThrough hatred in the dark.Do you rememberThe old amusement park?
Of Truth."The answer to all questions is the truth". What is truth? In truth, truth cannot be seen. Neither naked, nor armed - our eyes cannot see the truth. Not because we don't want to - some of us, in fact, do. Not because we lie too much - some of us, in fact, do not. Because it is surreal."The answer to all questions is the truth". There is a double meaning in that. What did the thinker mean? Perhaps "Whatever the answer, it would be the truth" would sound more appropriate. Hence, there is no such thing as truth. Example? How can we believe this? Well, we can start with drawing a mental scenery of two individuals, sitting opposite each other at a table. In front of them is a piece of paper with a number written on it. "Six!" claims one of them. "Nine!" claims the other. And the THING is - both of them say, what we like to call, the "truth". But let us not use the surreal term any longer. No, they say what they see, and the human eye is eager to deceive. No doubt - no one can speak the tru