NP: Teenage Suicide - Unwritten Law
No, I suppose life can't be like that, but still, it's a nice thought sometimes.
Is it an attainable goal? Even logic wars with itself over this. Aristotle would say it is. Anything which can be conceived exists, even if only as a concept. The Boolean school of thought would make use of the existential fallacy. So which is it? Does it have to be one or the other? Can anything partially exist? Not by the first law of metaphysics, but this technically isn't a metaphysical problem. Ideas don't obey the laws of the universe.
What is the difference between a dream and an ideal? She believes in one but not the other. Not a murderer of dreamers, just fairy godmothers and prince charmings. Heaven knows every time I've denounced a fairy-tale ending, my katana has been at my own throat. Such a weapon can only be used against oneself, but who is the victor in the end? Both have played eulogies, both have tasted blood, both have gripped the sword. An endless battle between two immortals.
Though the fate of the universe hangs in the balance, crickets will still play their songs when the grass is long and green on the graves.
No, I suppose life can't be like that, but still, it's a nice thought sometimes.
Is it an attainable goal? Even logic wars with itself over this. Aristotle would say it is. Anything which can be conceived exists, even if only as a concept. The Boolean school of thought would make use of the existential fallacy. So which is it? Does it have to be one or the other? Can anything partially exist? Not by the first law of metaphysics, but this technically isn't a metaphysical problem. Ideas don't obey the laws of the universe.
What is the difference between a dream and an ideal? She believes in one but not the other. Not a murderer of dreamers, just fairy godmothers and prince charmings. Heaven knows every time I've denounced a fairy-tale ending, my katana has been at my own throat. Such a weapon can only be used against oneself, but who is the victor in the end? Both have played eulogies, both have tasted blood, both have gripped the sword. An endless battle between two immortals.
Though the fate of the universe hangs in the balance, crickets will still play their songs when the grass is long and green on the graves.
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