“Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.” — Oscar Wilde

There was a scene in the Picture of Dorian Grey where Dorian buries his face in the flowers outside, and Lord Henry tells him that is the way to live life. Rather than flee life, it is always better to reaffirm it. To be in love with one's fate. To engage and sublimate things to serve higher, inspirational ends.

I think that to be cured by the senses means to write. To let your mind loose and just write like there is no tomorrow. I want to do that with someone. I want to write to them like I'm the last person on the planet. To bury myself in their flowery words. To see their soul beat within each word they write. To feel the brightness, the life, the meaning of their messages.

Sometimes I feel like a flower without the sun, longing to belong to something or someone. If I were a flower I'd be a blue flower, because it symbolizes the transcendental striving for the infinite. That's what I live for. I am someone who dreams too much, thinks too much, reads too much. I often go overboard with my desire to do something. I give things my all. I want to be all used up when I die. I want to go out with a bang, not a whimper.

It would be cool if I could meet someone close, someone who shares my wavelength, a kindred soul. I’m from the most expensive city in the US and work in a menial job, yet I look up from the ground to the sky in hopes of finding something worthwhile.

I often feel like I don't belong anywhere, because I'm multiracial and thus culturally rootless. I do the balancing act on the tightrope of culture as I exist within the liminal limbo. Marriage-free, pet-free, and child-free, I lack similarities with those around me. But I think being different can be a blessing too. As Rob Siltanen said:

"Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do."

I'm searching for those who think differently, who see things a whole new way with new eyes. I'm searching for dreamers who think of the impossible, for the daredevils who live dangerously, for the Hyperboreans who pursue the labyrinth’s exit, for the Prometheans who take the fire from the gods, for the Slytherins who seek the forbidden, for the witches who explore the unknown. I'm searching for a deep and dynamic long-term conversation. A conversation that doesn't just die after a few messages. A conversation long enough to last for a lifetime.

Jack Kerouac wrote, "the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'" Are you desirous of life and all it has to offer, with a fever in your soul for everything, burning like a meteor en route to a beautiful collision? Then tell me all about it. I want to hear your outward urge, your fernweh, your wonderlust, your drive for the unlimited. I want to hear what sets yourself aflame with passion, what lights up your world in every possible color. I want to hear the mad musical of your life-affirming narrative in all of its notes.

I want to tell you about the books I've read, but I also want to hear about your favorite books, your philosophy, your values, and your take on life. I imagine our conversations as long discussions about various books and their themes, grappling with the meaning of life, analyzing philosophical conundrums, studying pop culture, exploring theories of music and art aesthetics, exchanging obscure historical facts, examining political science and psychological theories.

I use Reddit PM, not chat. Let’s have an intimate intellectual exchange of ideas. Sharing is caring and knowledge is power, so let’s learn as much as we can because the more we know the better we become. We can trade poems, quotes, songs, lyrics, proverbs, axioms, and other favorite things to live by, as we expand our horizons together. There's nowhere else to go but everywhere as we walk down the corridors of our minds.

In addition to that, I’d like to make a long-term connection with someone. Someone who I can count on, someone who stays for the whole ride, someone who doesn't vanish into thin air. I want to learn about the things in your soul, the things that keep you going, the things you can't put down. To listen about your day, about the interesting things you've known, about your favorite areas to visit. Let's explore who we are together and why we exist on this planet and what the point of life is. Give me deep things to think about and I'll give you the same.

Nietzsche said, “As soon as you feel yourself against me you have ceased to understand my position and consequently my arguments! You have to be the victim of the same passion!” You have to be a victim of the same passions to understand me. So, are you? Are you seeking to undergo the ultimate metamorphosis, from caterpillar to butterfly? Are you longing to live like you’ll dream forever as Oscar Wilde did when he gazed at the stars while in the gutters? Are you full of the unquenchable fire of learning, willing to pursue knowledge at any cost like Odin?

If so, I look forward to meeting you.