you have come here to find truth.
it is in others that you find it; for beautiful is the righteous relationship, beautiful is love.

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ultraviolet amplification speaks of direct memory become the direct now.
we spin the dirt we eat into the silken furnace of chrysalis death.
we are the sun, emitting brilliance in created life.
we are the dust, the subtle hand of GOD has taken dirt and made dwelling.

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a butterfly is not made from a murdered caterpillar.
the caterpillar offers itself to the highest principle
and receives the grace of wind.
icarus forgot that he was tethered to earth, but the butterfly does not forget time spent as a caterpillar.
like wind, moments have an amorphous form. if we are careful we may find ourselves in the aroma of flight.