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[gogosummer]

And these are the things we struggle with, all the hundreds of ways which we try to make our lives seem beautiful every day. And in the end, what is it all really for? The only solace is found in clinging to each other like tiny islands in this vast ocean of eternity, desperately seeking connections which may confirm our frantic belief that this

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[neonbhudda]

Love (and not exclusively in the sense that it exists between humans) will always be an essentially arbitrary perspective.

But it always was, so if you've ever had it you'll have it again in as real a way as can be imagined; because love and imagination both being inventions of consciousness, are essentially analogous.

So, I guess instead of connecting dots we ought to be drawing pictures without them.