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Sacred may be the name you have been given. Blasphemy may have been the curse of every other label you collected thus far. Stillness rules in the absence of fools claiming honor present to intelligent wisdom in the same mind trusting in the absence of foulness.
We live in a rented space we call our own. We believe that ownership is our right. We stand firm on a ground soiled with lies needing to be right to own a rented space. The delusion carries on.
Change comes and goes like waves crashing on an oceanfront. When did the tide rise? How did it start? Does it ever finish?
We see it. We feel it. We synchronize to it. The raindrops soothe our rhythm and regulate our minds. In that moment, we transcend and simultaneously fade away.
On the edge of clarity sits destruction. For creation lives in the cracks, in the way out, in the space squeezed and teased out of clarity before its absolutes reign over. In that escape, we build. We grow. We create.
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Carlo Mahfouz