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Happyness, the word of all words, the inconceivable concept so alien to most people
Happyness in belonging, humans recognized by their class, their status, their race, their group, their party, their color, their language and happy because of that.
Individuals as lonely ships in a thundering storm, seafaring disgraces to most people, madness on legs for denying the "common truth" the accepted "path to happyness".
Belonging as a sense of safety never completely achieved, an interrupted coitus. Happyness for having is desperation for losing. Belonging as fear of non belonging.
I am I, me , myself... and you are supposed to be you, damn it, not something else. I want YOU, what YOU think, how YOU feel, I want to grasp YOUR soul, shove it in my mouth, chew it and savour it like a rib from Adam. I want YOUR soul as nothing else exist but souls, roaming, solitary and united. One thing with the cosmos and among themselves, unity in diversity, the uniqueness of ones being, every moment a different colour bouncing off their souls, like glittering stars sailing on their milky way