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Jul 2019
What is one is itself
but if you know someone else
you are partly also that person
you are also what was different
until that moment

And you observe that, it dawns
on you and you grow

That's interesting, we repeat it
in stories about people
and the gods they imagine:
the more souls, the merrier and the more
humor thanks to the differences

And the trick is to learn
to see that everyone is everything

Therefore, yes therefore there was
a feast in heaven for the wicked sons
at the end of their tumultuous lives
while the good sons
were taken to hell

And the supreme god laughed
at their illusions
Mahabharata (“The Venerable World”), book 18:3

Collection “The drama”
Zywa
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Zywa
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     𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚛𝚢 and Salem Crane
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