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No Reason

If I was asked why you create something or do something, I’d have only one answer.
That has no reason.


If reason is none, we all are never allowed to do anything, how can we survive this world?


No reason to feel so, no reason to like something, no reason to procrastinate some doing.


This universe’s being is decisively no reason to be so.


If reason is absent, we all never allowed to love or so, how can we do anything we need?
Needing is no reason, if there have been somewhat, only physiological some demand, but either that could be reasoned in no reason, ultimately.


Love is anytime accident, anytime unidentified in doing on mind probably to anybody.
Approximately, in univerese, any resonable identity could not exist.


Physical law and its miraculous mechanism is not exceptional.
Because after all, even reason is only tiny one element in our mind.


Probably somewhat more signified, and more divine providential somewhat must be equipped anywhere, that must never be different something to reason.


Otherwise, until we die personally, anybody could find it so well, nevertheless, more precious and the most indispensably merciful somewhat is at least no reason.


In trying to find out in our hands, we just make oddessey all over the ocean, all over our own mind, all over our all brain and heart, you know.


Yes, that’s why we are just no-reson vegabonds in universe!




Jan. 23rd. 2022