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I've always believed that the expression «Studying the world through senses» belongs to Immanuel Kant…

But no!

It turns out that Epicurus spoke about this in the third century Р’РЎ!

For some people, the world is just a decoration for their own game. Or, like Epicurus said:

«Some prepare their livelihoods for their entire lives…»

The pompous and egoistic Narcissus directed all his abilities and skills only toward the achievement of one goal: creating maximum comfort for his own living in this favorable world…

He simply didn't care about what other small characters feel in this performance.

But nature takes revenge on such people, cruelly robbing them of sensations, making them flat and blurry like reflections in the water…

They always lack the volume and colors, and throughout their lives they are haunted by subtle and eluded memories of smells and sensations from childhood, when the soul still remembered something else…

«It is better to endure some suffering in order to enjoy great pleasures; it's useful to refrain from certain pleasures so as not to endure more severe suffering…» This aphorism is also taken from Epicurus philosophy.

But sensitive creatures like Taska see the world differently.

It shines with billions of faces and shades, filled with magical sounds. You can go crazy trying to describe this beauty, each time picking up some exquisite metaphors and comparisons.

Taska manages to do that.

She manages to do that without much anguish and effort. As easy as breathing. I promised her to publish a poetry collection, but she waived my words aside… She does not have the courage to declare herself, or she simply does not attach much importance to what she writes…

But I am delighted!

Let's take a category like pain…

How can you describe in unusual words or, resorting to specific terminology, in a way that it sounds like poetry? Quite difficult.

Pain

My temples are throbbing with pain

like poles and like expectation:

it's end or beginning… in vain

don't seek for a justification…

My temples explode, but I

I grab my head with my hands

I feel it now with my skin

This rampant tide that enhance…

It starts filling entire world

And even the world's reflection.