Every form

was an abstract form

at some time

Every truth

was a lie

at some time

Like a dream


from logic

True art has only truth and no logic

logic is artificial

truth exists

with and without logic

truth exists even if you cannot see it

true art is the search for the truth

that stands purely on its own

without an audience

without a need for support

truth is


fire is hot

ice is cold

sex is pleasure

crime is an indication of injustice

We surround ourselves with lies

because truth is like the sun

it will burn our waxed fur wings

and we will fall

like Icarus

we hide behind clothes, makeup, status,

because when naked

we look like worms

who think they are gods

nature is stronger

man is weak



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