Yūgen (幽玄)- n. a profound awareness of the universe that triggers a deep emotional response
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Toying with the reality of a broken heart is not an easy task, as the things we perceive as broken are whole in the eyes of those not plagued with the fear and darkness of a lonely mind. The things they see, and the things we see, are so different that they may as well be things viewed by the eyes of two entirely different species, two completely different sorts of creatures who possess the same ability to think but use their thoughts for entirely different purposes. Are those of us with the knowledge of evil and hatred entrusted with these because we have the capacity to see into the depths of their meanings, or are we in a place so tainted with confusion and desperation that the evil and hatred cling to us like a host, drawn to the characteristics so repulsed by yet so similar to their own? Flowers grow in the sun and the bright and the blue, but ideas, concepts, the furthering of thought, grow in the moonlight and the dark, and fester into the notions that drive emotion and yearning. Yearning that either fuels the world or destroys it, as knowledge does to the mind. A mind that feels beauty and wonder so deeply that they become painful, a mind that has seen so far into a realm of possibility with such magnificence and complexity that anything less is never enough. The past lives lived by beings who resided in times when knowledge and emotion were valued and praised and encouraged, when existence was so painfully simple yet so intriguingly deep, haunt us like the ghosts of the feelings we will spend the rest of our lives trying to achieve. And that haunting will drive us, those of us who still know the depth of feeling, in the back of our minds, to create something for ourselves that resembles what we crave and have so strayed from. And those creatures that have decided to live content with the oblivion they've assumed will remain toying with the concept of what a broken heart could possibly mean, for they live without feeling. And to live without feeling, is to live without purpose.
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