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The following pages are written with arsenic black poisonous ink. (is arsenic ink really black?)

But thereby the main point of the stories is lost.

We are admirable living entities, but not for the reasons we believe

We are fantastic because:

We, only we, know we are going to die.

We, only we, know that we shall share the bed of suffering.

We only we, know that love, those we love, those that have loved us, the more love there is, the more pain there will be.

We, only we, know that our head is full of offensive thoughts, thereby we can easily infer that the heads of those we call our friends, our enemies, our neighbors, our relatives, are full of offensive thoughts against us. There is nothing to be ashamed of, we are programmed with one Superior Rule " You must Live";

Yet, knowing how ugly the world is, how much we are going to suffer, how much we are going to be the cause of suffering, knowing how offensive our thoughts are, knowing how offensive your thoughts are

We are able to accept to love and suffer

We are able to live with one another and to endure both the curse of our own offensive needs but endure the offensive needs of those surrounding us.

There is something incredibly resilient in us, something which is beyond pain and suffering.

What is it?

Could it be Love?

Could it be that we are Love, not love of ourselves, not love of that niece red haired freckled girl next door, but Love and Love?


Dome

http://www.metmuseum.org/explore/KIEFER/Im1_1.htm

Both the title of this work and the image of the dome with a lone figure inside refer to Kiefer's view that there is no single system or belief, such as Marxism or Christianity, that is appropriate for all people. "Each man has his own dome, his own perceptions, his own theories," Kiefer has noted.


Everyone Stands Under His Own Dome of Heaven
"Jeder Mensch steht unter seiner Himmelskugel"
1970. Watercolor, gouache, and graphite pencil on joined paper
15 3/4 x 18 7/8 in. (40 X 47.9 cm)
Denise and Andrew Saul Fund, 1995
1995.14.4


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