Every facet of my life revolves around him. My moments, my thoughts, my dreams, my hopes, my prayers. Each and everything. It is sort of a revelation for me, like the Copernican theory of universe. The leitmotifs always are the same. Constant, immutable and unchanging, amidst changing universe. Each passing of a moment brings with it a whole new world, that sweeps all that existed and only to be swept away by the next moment. A Sisyphyian situation. And no more a myth. Rather a mirth.
My universe revolves around him. The moments that bring me to him and the moments that take him from me. This created a dichotomy. An existential dichotomy, the grand old dichotomy of being and nothingness. The situation is not being explicable, in terms of the metaphysics, logic, aesthetics, praxis. This seems to be a case of experience and a case of quintessential existentialism. All the notions of understanding, inquiry and reflections, have broken down. A singularity seems to be the fact and a singularity to everything that man ever knew and a singularity to all that man can ever know.
His being or the lack of it is a fact. And in both scenarios, he seems to be the apriori of my experiential and existential philosophy. Finally I could get the sense of Continental Philosophy.