So as it were a giant radish its heart was pupled to a thick red pulp, twirling in its red fleshy textures to release its color on the world in all its glory. Spread out on a carving board to dry and be sliced into shapes according to the whim of the butcher. To be packaged and sold in the retale stores of evil. Do you wish to be part of this
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Later, the group had gone elsewhere. I was alone in the bedroom with no crowd gathered under my window. A beatle stood still in the folds of the window curtain, and I thought to myself about bliss. "That pagentry and pomp is not the only way to God. That beatle is a beautiful manifestation of the divine universal source, and with it in this moment I will not the transcendently bliss of truth." And so it was.
Waste no time. Find joy and don't let go of it. Do this first and all else will follow.
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