There's no world here but our world
I don't know... I don't know... I don't know... and yet, in certain aspects of life, I have all of the knowledge I could ask for. Everything is a beautiful aspect of creation and of God, and yet what is it that we are looking for in the way that with think and the way that we dream. What is it, what is it? And if you call me mad, well, call me mad. I am writing the way that my soul forgoes, the way my soul becomes, and yet becomes not. This is the way of the world and yet it is not, it is the way of man. What do I know? Or rather, what do I feel. Is it the Love from your soul or is the reflection of the Love from my soul. This, I do not know. Right now, I feel as though I know nothing. What even is Love? What is Truth? And when will I come to understand these terms and concepts?
Part of me feels better, when I transcend words; these are words, what is the point? The universe is much bigger, much greater than these words. Why should I be so worried about these words?
Part of me feels better, when I transcend words; these are words, what is the point? The universe is much bigger, much greater than these words. Why should I be so worried about these words?
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