those bohemians were wrong. truth, beauty, love? there is no such truth. there never was. there never will be. but there is love. and, of course, we have beauty.

some might say that is love that moves the world; in my opinion that is a naive statement. its is egoism -not even egotism- that moves us all. it is the need for accumulation, for more, for being better than, that moves us all. even more, it might be jealousy in the end what fuels our souls. I’m being totally honest about this. I know it is damn disgusting thing to say, but it is nevertheless what I see in humans. we are disgusting, capable of the best, yes ok, but also, and sadly oftener, of the worst. we spread misery and tears all over the place; we hate and destroy, we humiliate and disregard. and we feel so proud and so fucking big when we do it, don’t we? if it were love ruling, how could we justify war?

but, being so, how can I claim that the only part in which those bohemians were wrong was the truth issue? easy. everything being as fucked up as I percive it, it makes beauty and love even better. it is love and beauty what is exceptional. so lets celebrate, anytime and anywere, that we found each other. lets admire beauty. it is so absurd to get presents when we turn years! we should give them away as hobbits do, out of gratefulness to those dear to us. maybe then we would turn things round and stop wishing for more.

PS: it is this very constant contradiction what makes truth simply not true