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May 8, 2020
Turning, the key is always turning. Door is huge. We little people have a tough time even taking it in with our tiny eyes. We use our imaginations more than anything, like how we construe our gods, such a pithy comedy. We keep the going strong, religious structures high and wide and deep of no meaning whatsoever dressed as holy candies you can chew all day and they never dissolve, which is a big disappointment. Someday that door will open, and we'll finally get the big secret. Therein lies the cruel joke, there is no secret and the candies suck.