Memory is the mirror in which pure awareness manufactures
self-awareness. It's as if Narcissus turns himself into a pond to see the seed
of hydrogen in water. So the rings of space-time are like cross sections of a
tree that always stands.
What if the princess falls in love with a public frog making
mizu no oto every night? Evolution isn't what you think it is but so am I. And
lilacs by the roadside is the beauty truth forgets.
Venus and Mars are out tonight but Mercury is the secret
knowing. One sees the light by deconstructing shadows. So relax. The Tao
doesn't take the worship of false idols personally.
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