nothing offered, no wisdom, nor insight given - we abide in knowing, constant, our own source of everything. Even in the mystery of it all. It's a paradox. We know ourselves as life, indeed, that's all we may know ourselves as, and in this light, nothing can be secretive. Yet, still, it's always a mystery, and our knowing remains firmly in this as well. So what may seem as an insight granted, is no more than our own self, as mystery, revealed within a moment.
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Peace,
Eric
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