☾the Pattern of Misfortune☽

❁Is it art❁

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I was always fascinated by the world around me. It seemed like a grand puzzle, with each piece representing a different part of the universe. This fascination led me to alchemy, the ancient practice of seeking transformation and understanding through the study of natural elements. However, my journey into alchemy was not a straightforward one.

I often felt like a single puzzle piece in a picture missing many pieces from other puzzles. The full picture remained obscured, and I struggled to see how each piece fit together. Despite this, I continued to study the world on my own terms, seeking to uncover its mysteries.

One of the biggest challenges I faced was hiding my pursuit from my parents. They were traditional in their beliefs and would not have approved of my unorthodox methods. I felt like a wet rag, constantly trying to conform to their expectations while also pursuing my own interests.

As I delved deeper into the universe, I found myself stretching and contorting, trying to unlock hidden truths. I created my own symbols and drawings, using them as keys to unlock the mysteries of the world around me. Sometimes, I had to revisit old discoveries, unblocking the keys I had previously blocked, just to rediscover what I had already learned.

Through my studies, I began to see the world as a poem or story, authored by someone or something beyond my understanding. I realized that if the world was a poem, then I was just a small part of that larger narrative. Each moment in time was like a stroke of a pen, capturing the essence of what the artist was doing at that specific time.

I used to think that artists just stacked up bottles of paint and spilled them, making a mess. But now I see that they capture something unique in their art-something beyond what is merely shown. They capture a moment in time, a fleeting glimpse of the universe's true nature.

In the end, I realized that my pursuit of the world was not just about learning the physical world; it was about learning myself. It was about uncovering the hidden truths of the universe and understanding my place within it. And so, my journey into the universe continued, guided by my own curiosity and the desire to uncover the mysteries of the world around me.

But...

If it's not a poem story, then what is it? If it's the artist, then the artist would be the art; then the artist would not be alive. Poems and stories are make by a artist
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