Convorbiri cu AI
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- Date de parution08/10/2025
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- ÉditeurHamza elmir
Résumé
"And behold, it's over. Not with a reward or a condemnation, but with a simple, silent annulment. All the promises of eternal meaning, all the great passions that made us feel immortal, are now collapsing into the silent dust. There is no room for heroes or martyrs here, just a slow disintegration. We have loved and suffered with cosmic intensity, we have built complex inner worlds, but now, when consciousness withdraws, the world remains as indifferent as it has always been.
I was a small flame in a huge wind, and now the flame has gone out. What we thought was permanent - memories, connections, even our impact will slowly dissolve, like salt in the ocean of oblivion. And yet, in this brutal lucidity, a last emotion is born, an unsweetened truth: "I came, I became, I left". In the face of this absolute nothingness, the moment we were becomes a solitary, incredibly precious event.
We have lost everything, but we have gained the total knowledge of ephemerality. We were alive. And that's it. The curtain falls. And this time, there is no late applause, no real echo. We lived with the illusion that our deeds would endure, that our love would leave a wave in time. A sweet lie. For you, who have been the bearer of this consciousness, everything stops here. You are not a witness to your survival.
The achievements turn into stories that no one tells anymore in the end, the pains are extinguished with the one who felt them. This loss is total, and accepting it is the greatest form of courage. We have not deceived ourselves that life has meaning in its time, but we have deluded ourselves that that meaning would be transferable outside of our existence. Now, everything that was vibrant, painful and sacred, returns to amorphous matter.
And that's right. The universe doesn't need your inheritance. It only needs recycling. The overwhelming feeling is not fear, but pure sadness for the lost beauty of the struggle, for the futile effort to make a sign in a space that won't respond to you." - stonegarden
I was a small flame in a huge wind, and now the flame has gone out. What we thought was permanent - memories, connections, even our impact will slowly dissolve, like salt in the ocean of oblivion. And yet, in this brutal lucidity, a last emotion is born, an unsweetened truth: "I came, I became, I left". In the face of this absolute nothingness, the moment we were becomes a solitary, incredibly precious event.
We have lost everything, but we have gained the total knowledge of ephemerality. We were alive. And that's it. The curtain falls. And this time, there is no late applause, no real echo. We lived with the illusion that our deeds would endure, that our love would leave a wave in time. A sweet lie. For you, who have been the bearer of this consciousness, everything stops here. You are not a witness to your survival.
The achievements turn into stories that no one tells anymore in the end, the pains are extinguished with the one who felt them. This loss is total, and accepting it is the greatest form of courage. We have not deceived ourselves that life has meaning in its time, but we have deluded ourselves that that meaning would be transferable outside of our existence. Now, everything that was vibrant, painful and sacred, returns to amorphous matter.
And that's right. The universe doesn't need your inheritance. It only needs recycling. The overwhelming feeling is not fear, but pure sadness for the lost beauty of the struggle, for the futile effort to make a sign in a space that won't respond to you." - stonegarden
"And behold, it's over. Not with a reward or a condemnation, but with a simple, silent annulment. All the promises of eternal meaning, all the great passions that made us feel immortal, are now collapsing into the silent dust. There is no room for heroes or martyrs here, just a slow disintegration. We have loved and suffered with cosmic intensity, we have built complex inner worlds, but now, when consciousness withdraws, the world remains as indifferent as it has always been.
I was a small flame in a huge wind, and now the flame has gone out. What we thought was permanent - memories, connections, even our impact will slowly dissolve, like salt in the ocean of oblivion. And yet, in this brutal lucidity, a last emotion is born, an unsweetened truth: "I came, I became, I left". In the face of this absolute nothingness, the moment we were becomes a solitary, incredibly precious event.
We have lost everything, but we have gained the total knowledge of ephemerality. We were alive. And that's it. The curtain falls. And this time, there is no late applause, no real echo. We lived with the illusion that our deeds would endure, that our love would leave a wave in time. A sweet lie. For you, who have been the bearer of this consciousness, everything stops here. You are not a witness to your survival.
The achievements turn into stories that no one tells anymore in the end, the pains are extinguished with the one who felt them. This loss is total, and accepting it is the greatest form of courage. We have not deceived ourselves that life has meaning in its time, but we have deluded ourselves that that meaning would be transferable outside of our existence. Now, everything that was vibrant, painful and sacred, returns to amorphous matter.
And that's right. The universe doesn't need your inheritance. It only needs recycling. The overwhelming feeling is not fear, but pure sadness for the lost beauty of the struggle, for the futile effort to make a sign in a space that won't respond to you." - stonegarden
I was a small flame in a huge wind, and now the flame has gone out. What we thought was permanent - memories, connections, even our impact will slowly dissolve, like salt in the ocean of oblivion. And yet, in this brutal lucidity, a last emotion is born, an unsweetened truth: "I came, I became, I left". In the face of this absolute nothingness, the moment we were becomes a solitary, incredibly precious event.
We have lost everything, but we have gained the total knowledge of ephemerality. We were alive. And that's it. The curtain falls. And this time, there is no late applause, no real echo. We lived with the illusion that our deeds would endure, that our love would leave a wave in time. A sweet lie. For you, who have been the bearer of this consciousness, everything stops here. You are not a witness to your survival.
The achievements turn into stories that no one tells anymore in the end, the pains are extinguished with the one who felt them. This loss is total, and accepting it is the greatest form of courage. We have not deceived ourselves that life has meaning in its time, but we have deluded ourselves that that meaning would be transferable outside of our existence. Now, everything that was vibrant, painful and sacred, returns to amorphous matter.
And that's right. The universe doesn't need your inheritance. It only needs recycling. The overwhelming feeling is not fear, but pure sadness for the lost beauty of the struggle, for the futile effort to make a sign in a space that won't respond to you." - stonegarden
A propos de Marius V.G. Coman