The Void and the Meaning
Kafka:
There is hope, perhaps…
but not for us.
We exist in unanswered corridors,
where silence outlives every question.
I am a cage, still searching for a bird
freedom promised, never arriving.
To be free is only to be lost.
Dostoevsky:
To live without hope is not to live at all. Suffering is not emptiness it is the beginning of meaning.
Man is a mystery,not to be escaped,
but endured and understood.
You call it darkness I call it becoming.
Kafka:
And if meaning is only illusion?
Dostoevsky:
Then even illusion is warmer than the void.
One sees a silence that consumes existence.
The other a struggle that gives it a soul.
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