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Writing

A collection of my written work.

Unfinished Collection
MLP: FiM Posters

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<sub>The nature of a world is its inhabitants, but to its inhabitants, nature is the world. Perspective can be extended, but never transcended; the closest one can come is that understanding. Unrestrictedly, objective perception cannot be.



Supposition of fairness and equality to be the same idea can only be realised under earnest disingenuity. For equality to be fairness, and for fairness to be... the subject of dispute? In distinct separation is the idea of fairness — to be empathy and compassion — and the idea of equality — to be consideration and justice. The conflation of these to argue in opposition to extending someone either of them is greatly upsetting.



To find expectation subverted, no less in the views others have of you, is an odd, trailing feeling. An incongruence reaching so far as to be assumed incapable of what is a core aspect of your being. Under whose fault does it occur; what may be the implication of such a discrepant oversight?



Seeking truth, appreciating the world of others, caring for introspection, exercising honesty without burden... these qualities cannot surmount hate; their gentility provides no defence — but never will hate diminish their value; devalued however may be this understanding.



Not with pleasure comes the realisation that people, by practice of society, find themselves hostile to stooping as low as to experience a sincere connection to the inanimate or fictional, or even many other things enjoyed at heart. Unknowingly being cursed with the inability to understand the breadth of comfort and enrichment it can produce. A curse of blindness that for many is impossible to break, for it prohibits even their desire to do so.



Curious and common is emotion. Endlessly explicable, though often impossibly challenging to express. Foundationally creating unity, harmony, purpose, and altruism; spawning deviation, disagreement, suicide, and hate. Its ironic uncaring, the expanse with which it enters every consideration. In a world of it, controlled by it, humbling is its entropy.



The sense of derealisation amid conflict evokes an unsettling feeling of isolation — to find a profound and sudden realisation of external perspective, in its apathy; in its clarity; in its existential, inherent pursuit of simple calm... but to look back, and find the world so dark and unseeing, as if forever prevailing as content in the complicated intertwining of conflict and disharmony.



At what cost comes integrity? Is the sustainment of your idiosyncrasies worth the cost of miscommunication, misunderstanding... misdemeanour? Should there be circumstances under which morals — the fundamental rules that create identity — become too costly? Is there purpose to one's moral axioms, without their absolute constancy?To whom do one's morals matter; under whom does their burden lie? To understand the moral hypocrisy that is concession is a tax paid only by those in sustainment.



Language is metaphoric of many systems: diluted to remain attainable, but only attainable in its dilution. If complexity came with no complication, how elevated could it be? How different could everything be? The power of an idea, a feeling, an essence, matched by its articulant — regrettably an unachievable proposition.Discontent comes to the ineffability of one's strongest being — the persistent, impassioned sense of self, shared only by interminable conveyance — such is the weight of indescription.</sub>

_{— No part of this was written by AI}

_28/03/2026