And as one sees the world is one's reflection, there's no longer any need to think you’re two.
For when I thought there was a world, I acted like the world, but as I know the world is me, I am.
Literally, figuratively, and experientially, consciousness is consciousness is consciousness.
Peak deconstruction isn't speaking in tongues but knowing the valley of the dawn is singularly speechless.
There's nothing like a desert for enlightening intent. And self-awareness is intent, is it not?
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