Here we are. In the limits of our own existence. And yet we keep pushing over, hoping that our true nature will not fail us in the end. At least that’s what I know about this urge to keep moving. No matter what. Just to see if all these stories are as good as they tell me. So that if they were saying and doing things far from the truth I will now know. And I will face them. And tell it all. And then I’ll just give up. And be. None.
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