its the center that holds it all together its the ties the bind. the ebb that flows, as reality changes with the will of the one or ones that know. seasons are but a dream and are as short and sweat as orgasms, such is life the dream we live up on the seasons of eternity
causuality is the time that passes by slowly or rapiddly depending on the age of the ey, the mind is a place where one can hide but not too long or forever remain inside, far out from reach of any truth far from reach of any youth, withering, timidly as you crumble to the grave
death is not the way, the answer does not lie beyond the grave, but is picked up piece by piece along the way, there are many secrets that magnetize, there are many manifestations that will materialize, the seeker will be sought the teacher will be taught, dreams are not a thing of evil in which one is to be afraid, everything is an illusion, the weak and the brave. the moral of the story, is that sooner or later everything comes out, start to live full of love and leave behind the doubt
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