YuHeng's blog

I want to be ecstatic. I don’t want to be happy. An outburst of suppressed emotions, complexes, desires… I have no interest in happiness. But ecstasy… the death of ecstasy is an ecstasy itself. I can revive death, transform it, and mold it into because there is no past which precedes it. The rupture of ecstasy just surges. It just comes. Ecstasy assumes nothing, for it is by nature, the surfacing or manifest of what we already are–the liberation of signs, of meanings, of abstractions. And then they all dissolve like molten gold of nothingness…