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ܒ݁ܪܺܫܺܝܬ݂ ܐܺܝܬ݂ܰܘܗ݈ܝ ܗ݈ܘܳܐ ܡܶܠܬ݂ܳܐ ܘܗܽܘ ܡܶܠܬ݂ܳܐ ܐܺܝܬ݂ܰܘܗ݈ܝ ܗ݈ܘܳܐ ܠܘܳܬ݂ ܐܰܠܳܗܳܐ ܘܰܐܠܳܗܳܐ ܐܺܝܬ݂ܰܘܗ݈ܝ ܗ݈ܘܳܐ ܗܽܘ ܡܶܠܬ݂ܳܐ ܀
Do you understand that literally everything you see, and will ever experience, is nature? All the music that you will ever hear. All the glass through which you will ever peer. All the fabric that you will ever wear. All the heights to which you will ever dare. All the cream and crystal floors. All the streets and lamps and stores. All the craft and kitchen cares. All the church and classroom chairs. All the ink and oil wells. All the pen and paper trails. Every sheet and rooftop shingle. Every lathe and concrete jungle. The moon and neon glows. The clouds and goose-down pillows. Every machine that will ever be. Every light beam that you will ever see. Do you really understand?
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It’s lonely at the top ᐄ because so few understand the experience It’s lonely at the bottom because, there’s no experience to understand
The warmth is constantly escaping. ~ The light is constantly erasing. ~~ All sides of the self. ~~~ I cannot look. ~~~~ I cannot look away. ~~~~~ I am braided in your life. ~~~~~~ These are the actual trees. ~~~~~~~ These are not replicas
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