I've been told, not unfairly, that I am disgustingly verbose. I can't explain just why I used to be verbose, and it would be a fruitless exercise to do so. I am now verbose, however, due to the requirements of my aim - to fully convey what it is that I wish to express, because much of what I endeavor to express borders on the paradoxical - something that would take an infinite number of words to describe. I try to explain the infinite in a piecemeal fashion - instance-by-instance, I seek to build a bridge in between a particular subject and infinity; there is a traversable plane between each particular idea and the absolute idea, and an infinite number of paths across that plane.
I might meet with more success if I focus on deliberate distillation of the thoughts that I process in relation to a given subject. Such a product is this, something that I hope for each person to understand:
The universality of love does not render it somehow "shared" between all of the objects of it. I love every thing as much as I love everything; I love each of you as much as I love all of you. No thing is less important than everything - impartiality through absolute partiality.
Regarding my perception of life and what I behold, I used to resort to saying that "I don't care," while trying to express this - something that I lacked the words for: it is not that I do not care, but that I am unconcerned; I am not worried by the past, the present, or the future.
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