Genius ones occasionally comes appear in fron of everybody's reality in whole world stage.

Nevertheless, I can write only very ordinary one's mind, any other typed ones, if i try to make, that trial could be seen through to anybody, as if my ears get their yelling, "Don't pretend anyone but you!"

I feel consantly my own ability's limitation necessarily also I have, though that is not so own it, neither, you know, at the matter of fact, not as much as possible like any other genius one!

There, I have some resignating mind at accepting any cheaper or commonplace reality given to me, however, that is neither my own detachment nor so.I wanna say that it'd be rather kind of positively my decisive stance to world, but necessarily, it'd never be so neither, just all what I can do in only that tthing, just that's all.

At the matter of fact, I'm type of very toyed with my having concern presence as other onw, my consciousness to some extent, anytime unconsciously heading for a few genius ones in world.

But, even it'd be no problem. I am always trying to convince me that I'm only myself, and nothing but being only myself and from it, anything could be made at least on me.

Surviving this so harsh reality in world for me, probably it's so tough at being in world to anybody.

But only surviving "myself" must be left at anyone's mind, you see.

Do not dash to any place else even if you can, coz that must destroy your reason!

Nevertheless, don't make so slow stepping!

Derrida those days said at his essay, "Hurring one is understanding one."

Make only hurrying up pace anytime, even if you'd be obliged to cut sleeping time like insomniac.

Being relaxed nd easily having only careful consideration makes you only commonplace ideas, only cheaper ordinary idea, I anytime try to tell my mond so!

Keep your ceaseless harsh tention consistently!
And only sometimes, take so deep sleeping!

My truly radical new morning is so far so further future to me, now only that feeling covers my mind all the day. Nevetheless, my heart busily at its own rhythm anytime, I feel so.

In my mind, just I scream, to myself, " At least to me, world keeps itself only conradictory, and anywhere only very unidentified absurdity is staying and floating all around there.

Nevertheless, so far, I'm never falling into suicide alienation yet, coz perhaps, I'm never yet so serious neurosis nor neoroses.

In world, very many ones pretending so, seemingly at least to my eyes, that sensing tells my mind, either. Even if someone or some units could be seen so, these must be false or just only fake, I try to take them so, saying it to my mind.

However, about "myself", perhaps nobody must be unseen, and around what self-hood means to anybody, and to these things, anybody could have no exact mind nor no certain idea perhaps until the one dies, only that answer could tell me anytime at my question time, you see!

And, if we could know so througout,how can we get our really honest question to the world and ourselves? That answer for the present to me, whispered, only be felt heard to me, now.

Oct. 13th.     2021