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To the ends of the earth.


To the ends of the earth. 

Ulises Vargas 

November 28, 2025. 


Can two contradictory things be possible at once? 

I only ask because I have a dilemma,

in which I both agree and disagree 

with two or many contradictory conclusions 

at the same time. 


Nietzsche would call it dialectic. 


The problem is that I’ve found something which, 

for better or for worse, 

makes me feel better; a way that I want to feel. 

I question: is it right for me to use this thing which satisfies me, 

or is it more right for me to abstain, out of some sake?


So good. It feels so good; is that exactly why I should avoid it? 

Oh, to be allowed to follow that good feeling to the ends of the earth. 

Oh, to be reckless enough or brave enough to chase this good feeling;

this inhibition to my every feeling thereafter, when I lack that good feeling.

Reckless, indeed, to indulge in immediate pleasure. 


Yet, the heart craves still for that satisfaction, 

which it lacks in daily rhythms. 

Oh, to be free of this unfulfilling and arduous responsibility

to follow that good feeling to the ends of the earth. 


Think, for just one minute, how things might turn out 

should I follow that good feeling to the ends of the earth: 

any previous monotony of the known and cruel world could disappear 

in cascades of pleasure if I were to follow that good feeling to the ends of the earth. 


To the ends of the earth. 

I could abort this old reality, and found a newer, happier one, 

following that good feeling

to the ends of the earth. 

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