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Sep 2013
There is nothing beyond Self.
Also, there is no Self.
No-thing remembers.
It slumbers and wakes.
The eye of God opens.
The world-dream shuts.
That's how it goes.
Misadventures of Crow
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Misadventures of Crow  40/Gresham
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