Melancholic Violin for the Transcendent Beauty of Death | Violin Piece from Hell.

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  • Опубликовано: 21 ноя 2024

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  • @julius5013
    @julius5013 7 дней назад

    Whom are we to say where life begins and death ends, as we are up to this day not capable explaining both. When we cant explain from where we started and dont know where we are headed, whom are we to say? Whom are we to say that is by definition conscience, we all seem to expierience the same way as in that we are conscious at all. But are we? Who am i to say where your life starts and who are you to say where my life ends? When the only lead we have is our agreement that we are both conscious? How can we assume that someone else must be concsious when our only reliabile basis for that assumption is that we depict ourselves as conscious as we must because our self perspective is our only proof and explanation for this conscience, to ourselves and only to ourselves. So whom is it to say where we can draw the line between the dead and the living when we can not prove that there is a line but also can not prove that there is not. Infact we will never know as we will never be able to prove it when you think and debate long enough about it. But still is the question rising up high above ourselves are we?