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Both living and dying,
Awake and asleep,
Eyes opened wide and still so blind.
Ears to listen, a voice to share,
A mind to wander and a heart to feel.
Rarely used, taught to shut.
A technicolor being in a noir world,
A vessel of which the whole universe choose to reside.
The divine in the flesh.
Who believes these are two separate entities.
Or is it not?
Forever a question with no answers,
it is an abstract infinite loop with no alpha nor omega.
Existence itself is a rational paradox
and a corrupted masterpiece.
As we learn that there is no creator without its creations,
and no creations without its creator,
Are we able to exist without the ego or the soul?
To truly live with no purpose? Or is that in itself, a purpose?
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