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i want to go slowly and think about it when im dying, will my train of thought eventually stop and die out? what will happen to it? jesus christ was thinking when he was dying, i want slip towards infinity
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pilgrim
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True, to Die in One's Sleep Would be a Waste of One of This Existances' More Unique Offerings. I Cannot Say , with Any Certainty, That I Remember My Formation in the Warmth of the Womb, But I Remember a Strange Little Re-Occuring Dream of Entering a Valley Through a Keyhole and Finding it Filled with Many "Toys"? There are Two Children There, a Boy and a Girl. The Boy Takes Away The "Toy" that the Girl is Playing with.... I Wake up....Crying. This Might be some Primal Memory of My Birth. Hopefully I Will Be Paying More Attention to the Next Transition.
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jane
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destruction
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"in the act of creation, we wrestle with the elements. to bring the new creation into being requires our standing in the struggle between that which shelters and conceals and self-disclosing openness. the artist is a gentle warrior who must stand between these opposing elements to allow and bring forth the new...the act of creation is a paradox. to create one must have the courage to stand in the tension of opposites. to create one must be alone and set aside a sacred time and space to listen to the deeper Self; one much achieve a certain distance to have perspective. but one must also be involved with others." —linda leonard, "witness to the fire: creativity and the veil of addiction," pgs. 243, 250
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what's it to you?
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