Thingness uplifts the self through reference, yet binds it through relation.
The self emerges only by pointing beyond itself—by anchoring meaning in aspirational yet ultimately fictive external structures, signs, echoes. But that gesture, that outward reach, also cages it in a loop of dependency: to be intelligible, it must be relational; to be relational, it must surrender autonomy.
Daedelus Kite 
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Unanchored drivel. The author deserves to be looped into an eternal mixtape of 1980s sentimental slop—wailing synths, windblown mullets, Flock of Seagulls moaning into the coastal void. Melancholy masquerading as insight. Rebellious? No. It’s flibbertigibbet fluff in pastel hues, sauntering aimlessly toward ennui. Tragic in its own way—like someone mistaking poetic inertia for meaning, and stepping gently, wistfully, into oncoming traffic.
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