Tragedy of Wanderer!

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Tragedy of Wanderer:

“ what could be worse than not being able to be drunk despite galloping several shots of liquor, for we have become such machine amidst our work, our ambitions, desire to have more of this and more of that and in the middle of all this missing still of not having something that could fill that void which keeps dragging us beneath the surface of our shadow. Lying down upon the grass could give us much more soothing then hours inside an air-conditioned chamber yet we avoid it for being not hygienic enough as some like to describe it scientifically oh how wonderful it would have been being illiterate, away from all this technological advances, listening to voice of birds and position of sun-moon to decide the time, using clay-pots to cook foods upon wooden fire whose earthy smell increased the appetite several times, drinking freshly fetched water by the well or hand-pump. Alas! All a dream. Despite knowing we never lived beyond past, present-a mere illusion, for all forms of energy through which we perceive it takes time to reach us-whether light or sound or whatever. We cannot even see anything in reality, for whatever we see is an illusion, as nothing shows its true colors to us but what it is not, as proved scientifically, but they cannot emphasis upon it, for it would ruin their business and spoil the rat-race they have done their best to keep-up and we would never try to get any deeper than our sexual phantasm amidst all this. A powerful orgasm is all we need to stay alive, what else, alas!