243: Every Journey Goes Through Hell

Humanity is dancing through ideological identities. 

The relationship is grounded in identity. Literature breathes in time. Structure houses illusions. Music plays as the narrative shifts. Every metaphor has definition. Narratives are breathing phantoms. The symbolic doesn’t breathe. Drunks write like Beethoven. Trans-ideology is the thesis:

Cultures will shed their skins. We are products of god. Everyone becomes an emotion rationalizing an identity based behavior. 

Sculpture is the art-form of the ideological. 

Time exists as forms and the fragmentation of language over time. 

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