Dealing with absence depends on how we deal with presence.
My thoughts themselves don’t make any sense. How a definition could ever make sense if one of its words is missing? I used to have the definition of myself. And then I lost him. And then I lost you. And then I lost my meaning. My definition, my meaning is a group of words but two are missing and so all the other words are not enough anymore to give me any sense. They still make me exist. I do exist. But I just don’t mean anything anymore. Existing itself doesn’t mean anything anymore. But I need to stay on. Because without me, there would be so many words who would not mean anything anymore, because I am a part of so many other definitions.
As Human Being created Words to Exist, Words created an Existence for Human Beings.
Conceptual Art 