titles

Titles, oh titles. if i ever start a post there it is title, a few letter and a space. such a constricting thing. once a title is given a subject is given and well then what. if i am coming here to speak my thoughts the title destroys all. or in this specific case takes over completely. TITLES TITLES TITLES(Ferdydurke). now that's a title. meaningless. a word with no meaning. meaninglessness, nothingness, nothing. nothing does not exist. it can exist in the context of something else as an idea, but that is something else entirely.
THE EMPTY SET.
nothingness in math.
also the only singularity. the only concrete concept i have found which represents something that exists in isolation. But still there is no isolation for it is encompace(dear god i cant spell, not even spell check can hep me) in the scheme of thought which is math. it necessarily exists with the construct which is math.
Everything is connected, relationships is the substance of existence.
This reminds me of a conversation with a friend about music. There he remarked that i strive for connection. well fuck yea i do. ( ah music, ah the beauty). this freind on mine argued that music existed in isolation.(beauty, such a great word. i searched for a word, in spansh with the same meaning. the closest i found was bella. but even that doesn't do beauty justice. i wonder if it exist in other languages. or maybe this is all in my head. i have given the word beauty special significance since every time i am faced with the beautiful the word comes to mind. ah beauty. turns out i am a real aesthetic. beauty is all. but all is not beauty. b=a but a=/=b. i wonder if there is a math term for set in which such cases exist. ) he looked at beauty like math, like a construct, a beautiful construct,a glimpse of order in a world of chaos. music then according to him is sperate , isolated from life. I say fuck that (to each his own and his view my well be valid from some reference framess) music is inimitably related to life. It is life expressed in the most direct affect oriented way. when you( ans by you i mean I)   Listen to music you don't simple pick apart various structures and whatnot. No. you directly fell the emotion of every key. The emotion, the raw meaning, the artist is conveying. And yes, you sense the beauty, but it is not the beauty of a cold structure, of some neat order found. It is the beauty of life. of life. of life.( la la la la la  la la la la ) not to put down the love of order ( to each his own right).
So music is connected to life by the artist. by its representation of life. as is the point of all art.
Anyways this is all just the rambling of a fool. who knows not what he says.
(And theres a river made of light
who asked you?
who asked you if you wanted to be loved by me?
...
bah whats the use.
fuck use.
what the affect?
whats the misuse of words?
This)