It was a phenomenal event that marked his life forever that no one could actually witness. Even so, he could see it with his two eyes, making everything look like it was joke that was trying to kill him. After all, it was a rampant joke.
He needed to heal from that pain that haunted him as if there were no tomorrow. He needed to know why he was always feeling heavy and how much his head was to ache because of his pain, needing to withstand everything that he could
Karl: I was a human being in the dreams of a giant. I grew, believing that my mother abandoned me to know nothing about my biological mother. After all, I would call my step sister mommy from time to time. She would hold me accountable, telling me that she wanted me to call her wife. As for everything that he could actually do, my step dad told me to calm myself down. I needed to wishper into the light. I would dissect myself meticulously, compare my existence to others, remember every fleeting glance, smile, and word from those I'd tried to be honest with, twisting everything into a negative perspective, mockingly judging my efforts 'to fit in'—and abruptly, amidst my laughter, I'd succumb to sorrow, plunge into absurd gloom, and restart the entire cycle—essentially, I spiraled endlessly like a hamster in a cage
The wind blew. The earth struggled. The rain crushed the air out of joy. Maybe, it was his monologue.
All these years, he was living a lie, painted by those he loved out of his gloominess, which could actually take him to other stuff.
It was not for him to take him apart. After all, his ego was like a mountain. Savage, reckless, indomitable, and wild. No one could actually see it. After all, his light was burning as the sun with the stars.
No one knew what he was going to do and yet he went around the world exploring every tomb of every great master, philosopher, technician, engineer, professor, writer, theologian, physicists and mathematician to the extent of making everything clear in his mind.
Indeed, he had treated time as his own daughter. He did not waste any time. For it was his muse. He dedicated his time to learning more about this period in which he had been abandoned by his mother where she was kidnapped by someone that he did not know. It was like it was telling him something.
Year 2010 in the Gregorian calendar, it was raining, and the moon could actually feel heavy for a giant who could take down the main archetype of human history... no one could see him clearly. It was clear for him that no one may actually notice him because of his fixation on the paradox that he fixed by sorting the problems of his life.
No one could actually hold themselves accountable for their own mistakes. Sometimes, people could actually see the greatness of their life, death, quantum changes and work. At this moment, many knew that love could be a mystery in the attempt of being normal. It was more than dream.
He needed to change the dream. That is why he went back to he had come from, especially his university that had given him support to continue the 12 problems of philosophy. In the case forsaking himself. He had already told himself that he could actually change it.
BUT NOO.... He decided to look for Sophia... what a simp. After all, Sophia was his love and he breathed Sophia every time he would practice philosophy, theology, and life. He had the primordial need to take care of her as a baby. It was more of an obsession for him, not a dream.
I knew that he would do it. He was a freaking coward. Anyways, it was not like we could actually try to save it. But in general, it had done something to it. Maybe, we could actually see that the main opposition of it had been absent. The need to care of it had been absently reminded us of the void in the past that could actually take his own terms.
TheChronos family had been the most wonderful scientific community of England for year.
Elsar Chronos had been a great scientist, founding the Chronos family at 23 years old. At the same time, he had won 5 nobel piece prizes for the honor of the family.
Initially, they had thought that the main problem for them was to acknowledge the uniqueness of her family. They had educated her to be the greatest. For she had eyes that could comprehend everything in an instant.
He saw her in the trolley at the supermarket. Honestly, his eyes were shining and the level of his devoting had augmented to new levels. After all, he had seen her a baby for the first time in his life. He wanted to caress her, which took her aback; she was sleeping soundly.
It was his love that led him to see her in her baby version. He could feel like he was floating.
It was his love showing why someone can act based on feeling despite being the bare reflection of the logos in what concerned the wholeness of the main reality.
Yang: you are just as beautiful as the stars and the moon. I would need to roam whole cosmos to find someone like you. I would love for you to go romancing with me. Even if you do not love me, I will still hold you for eternity. For you are my everything and you give me life as if you were the goddess of life in the tale of the mother goddess. After all, you have given yourself another cosmic point to what love means to you in the embrace of chaos. I need you forever. Let me be your lover forever... forever be with you. I love you.