09/09/2023
The concept of identity is illusory. We are part of a "cosmic whole", momentarily fragmented and covered in skin and bones. Once we realise this deeply, we will be able to be happy with someone else's success as if it were your own, to feel their pain as if it were our own. Even the concept of space and time feels illusory. The past still exists and the future already exists. It's all written in the sparkle of the eyes of the people you look at when you let your guard down a little. It's all encoded in the scroll of story that unites us and the universe through a mysterious connection that we have momentarily forgotten.
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To write is to slow-dance with your soul and then offer it to drink, hoping that night you will sleep together, falling in each other's abysses.
