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The Ridiculous Idea of Next Time
The act of something now condones its infinite succession into the future. Next time does not exist. It is a self constructed lie that you use to disarm your higher nature’s attempt to become itself. An impulse arises, your spirit raises its arms in defense, and your...
A Case Against Abandoning the Socially Toxic
The Problem of Social Toxicity I wish I loved interacting with everyone equally. But I don’t. Some people leave me feeling worse after our interactions, and maintaining a relationship with them feels like an obligation. I’m sure a few people in your own circle fit...
The Hunter
Sitting under a great willow tree at the edge of a field, he drew a breath with the wind. Rustling leaves and an amber sun hanging low on the treeline. Shadows stretching the forest long. He was healthy and the ground was neat and dry. He sat there, pausing along his...
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