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The Fallacy Of Life


The very atrocious intuition that prevails is well,we are living wrong........
That's what might be turned to be the eternal truth of the contemporary society.The world today has become a hallucination ,with man stringing the weaving of his own whim and fancies...................
Yes! We are living wrong .But Why ?
Is it just that because the conglomeration of the homo sapeins today cannot think in the same way as did those simple man of the past or is it just that cynicism and sarcasm be so inflicting in the modern hour that simplicity is an passe.
Abstract notions of the fallacy is perhaps the biggest irony for that which indeed is infatuation is the sole cause of the instigation ,May be we shall be demoralized without the self urge to seek the"greener pastures"..
That's where the fallacy makes itself prominent and expressive to make a point of its prsence in the true sense of the term.
Well some would applaud at it but then an applause is not what a Fallacy seeks it requires remedy and redress.So all man can do is to sermonize its soul.That implicit qualitative instinct if left to try to at least subdue the desires of an uncivilized "civilization"called mankind.....
Education And Morality are perpetually,virtually and diametrically opposite in their meaning. The former independent of later and vice versa but still___-the fallacy is this was not the practice a century ago__were we wrong then or is it just the right has changed with time>>>>>>>>>>>>>
The definition of " Life" As per the futuristic minded representatives of man and their forte for the modern life is not he "cup of tea "of the wise old men .For Fallacy is not the Big ? but its consequences that it leads to and well one thing is for sure that experience and mortification of sense is never a Fallacy for when it is its the absolute enormity of the lurking animal instincts.
After all what we consider the top gear at which the train of life is running is a top gear indeed or is it just that the direction is A Bigger Fallacy...................................................

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Butterfly said…
Will you please elaborate on your education and morality point? I'm afraid I didn't quite get it...:-(

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