28 June 2014

Two Hundred and Seventeen


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Nothing done or said is going to make it any less a mystery.

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Where is your brief existence really going that you are in such a rush to get there?

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Too busy contorting to the fabrication to be bothered with the truth of it.

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Resist a lesson, and it will haunt you until it finally sinks in.

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One man's law so easily becomes another's dogma.

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Martyrdom is just another word for vanity.

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You are the clay, not the sculpture.

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He who laughs first wins.

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A mind unearthed.

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Life, death … pffft!

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Take nothing for granted.

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Even bliss is just another sensation.

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All you, no matter the vanity slathered up it.

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Knowing it all oneness does not make it any less a jungle.

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That which is real and true melts gold, and make meaningless the vanities.