As she finished watching the main thing about life and Karl, she got to shed a tear and it was like she was going through a metamorphoses. That is to say that others could not hold a candle to what happened to her in the past. She had been targeted by the void, KHAOS. BEING ISOLATED actually got her worse than she actually thought. The only one that she had in the past. After all, she was the most powerful figure of the divine feminine. That said, nothing could actually shake the foundation of existence if it were not for her until she met her husband.
When it comes to women, they suffer to death. They do it for infinity. Really, they are just simping for the passion they come up with Dionysius and the goddess of pleasure. In doing so, they make their lives more miserable than they are. In that way, they actually make their shadows bigger than the usual essence of evil. In fact, the greatness of life cannot hold anyone in high regard. That could not take them far away than they may see. After all, it did not guaranted how beautiful they could, but rather it led them to madness.
But for Ananke this was different, the main cries of her sorrow were the unique result of her eternal loneliness. It could actually take more than an usual sorrow. Basically, Some people God cures and some he slays. Karl denies that God slays anyone. Karl says, God never harms anyone. Illness, pain and undeserved suffering arise not from God but from elsewhere, to which I say, How did this elsewhere arise? Are there two gods? Or is part of the universe out from under God's control? Karl used to quote Plato. In Plato's cosmology, noös or Mind is persuading ananke or blind necessity—or blind chance, according to some experts—into submission.
Noös happened to come along and to its surprise discovered blind chance: chaos, in other words, onto which noös imposes order (although how this "persuading" is done Plato nowhere says). According to Fat, my friend's cancer consisted of disorder not yet persuaded into sentient shape. That said, Noös or God had not yet gotten around to her, to which I said, "Well, when he did get around to her it was too late." Karl had no response for that, at least in terms of oral rebuttal. Probably he looked off and wrote about it in his mind. He stayed up to 12 A.M. every night scratching away in his journal. I suppose all the secrets of the universe lay in it somewhere amid the rubble.
Anake: wait! Father! You cannot do that order. It is not be fine for the main configuration of the universe. AHH! Do not hurt me. This is stupid. You do not how to control yourself. If you were to do it, you would not kill such beautiful creatures. Heavens and the earth would not forgive you for they are my brother and my creation. forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings
Give various response to each varying blast,
To whose frail frame no second motion brings
One mood or modulation like the last that you could actually appreciate father. You are just a damn asshole that does not appreciate life for their own ego. After all, you do not anything about life. .there was no need to injure the shrubs, since we had already injured the quail or whatever you may think for the uniqueness of life as you have told me in the past in the cosmos and chaos.
As she continued looking at the flashback in her mind, KHAOS, a huge lava like aberration in human form actually grinned at her as if he wanted to devour her. Every teeth could destroy universes. There was nothing that could more powerful than this. At least, not to the extent of absurdity and singularities. It seemed that Khaos wanted to touch her. But in reality, it was trying to consume her. To be honest, He explained that the leaf had fallen over and over from that same tree so I would stop trying to understand. However, it did not explain the main thing why it was doing this. In this flood, it could not actually take it for itself. But it could actually shatter the main conformity of life.
Khaos: And when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it or perhaps it would be another catastrophe waiting for you as always. HAHHAHA! This is freaking asinine. You could not be BANDAKA FEMALE! Hahaha! Or else what! HAHAHAH! You are such a deluded You are such a deluded Sisyphus" — said with a smug side-eye, implying someone is pointlessly, endlessly grinding away at some meaningless task or life pursuit while convincing themselves it has deep purpose or will eventually "mean something." They're trapped in the absurd loop but haven't embraced the absurdity like Camus wanted — instead, they're in denial about it, hence deluded. Basically, you do not know who you are. I am pretty disappointed in you. You can be better than that. I should have destroyed you before your creation from me in the plane of existence. Oh wait! You are not even possible to exist in other macroscosms. You do not know shit about everything, nor nothing. SO GET TO KNOW YOUR PLACE HERE AND NOW.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad. That said, you could actually dream of woman being this way. But it is pretty different. Women are like cats. Men who understand this know that sometimes women become confused, too comfortable, and need time and space to process their feelings and emotions away from their man. Especially during the initial months of the courtship/dating. Men should just let their woman be, and know that the kitty cat will come back when it misses home. It can't be forced. Chase a cat, and it will run away. Leave it alone, and eventually it will come back, sit in your lap, and star purring. Like cats, men must let women come to them at their own pace.