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November 18, 2020
In the glow-tipped aura of some old phase of life you almost forgot but for the glittering particle orbiting the core of I, you can feel how the factions of mind have departed for their own sacristy in a domain of being alive for their own unique sake, even though the largess of Beingness goes unrecognized. One accepts being handicapped in the absence of knowing how the trajectory assumes no responsibility for its own device. One can smile and be oblivious, take on the guise of being in firm control, having no control whatsoever, spiraling down the rabbit hole.