Let me analyse the unawakened state. its a detachment made in horror you know.
a mode of failed justification, seperation in an unkindled morning.
lets burrow. into sleep and there will the flipping deception of an uncreated mind release some insight that lives above, away from the knowing mind, like ungraspable sunlight. Yes to yearn for the frame and borders of the window to fall away, for you to fall heedlessly, endlessly into the garden, as others, as others always fall into life. But there, the things have no meaning, they have no meaning, for they never had, and they never will.
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