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Never Ever I've Met

Life means ultimate only one love in irreplaceable encounter.


That means one settled place to live and survive.


Life does never be concerned to comparaison.
Life is objected only to find the sole precious love in satisfaction.


Only one absolute encounter must be necessary at meant survival, then the life with no that thing means just unhappiness.


If the sole love was found to us, no other thing means just empty.


In that term, life means ultimate selfishness.
Rather only keeping it, any kind of social order must be set for us.


Necessarily, never getting the only precious value in life case must be present, but if the thing could be satisfied by the one, it either would be no problem.


At this view, life has no fixed defined meaning. Any life could be possible.


Just at any life aspect, just only some meeting never ever each one has met, that interpretation must be possible. And only that feeling must be our final value.


That stance must be our universal implicit premise we necessarily agree and have mutual consensus.


Anyway, life must be one direction straight running and never returning, then we have essentially nothing but no wandering nor no stopping. 


Then, let's love and give an injection of our own affection to it by ourselves so personally.
Because to do so must be our the sole final choice in survival, in other words, life is only getting own personal satisfaction, even if given it is so small, no matter what condition we'd given, we must have nothing but only it regarding it as the sole precious meaning.


Because any life must never be the object to be compared with any other life.


(Oct. 31st.2020)