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Reality, truth, realization, of what? Can anyone point out the fun of it all. Inspiring it seems from a distance though, doesn't everything we do not know? Years, does it take to reach that threshold. Once there, what be it, that we hold? TRUTH, they say is what one shall behold. Unknown realities, or just facts gone cold? Albeit a beauty it shall be, expectations and beyond, one would see, but where again, would he want to be? Within true tales or fantasy. Before this, thus, the legend says : "Unfathomable are its ways, Its beauty and its tales, to uncover thus, takes a sage, not what a meer thinker might gauge." Hence the truth glares at one's face, a grin so frightful, hard to face, then the legend one reads again, for fright and delight, are naught for the sage.
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Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 4:53 AM UTC
Hence is Insanity.
Reality, truth, realization, of what? Can anyone point out the fun of it all. Inspiring it seems from a distance though, doesn't everything we do not know? Years, does it take to reach that threshold. Once there, what be it, that we hold? TRUTH, they say is what one shall behold. Unknown realities, or just facts gone cold? Albeit a beauty it shall be, expectations and beyond, one would see, but where again, would he want to be? Within true tales or fantasy. Before this, thus, the legend says : "Unfathomable are its ways, Its beauty and its tales, to uncover thus, takes a sage, not what a meer thinker might gauge." Hence the truth glares at one's face, a grin so frightful, hard to face, then the legend one reads again, for fright and delight, are naught for the sage.
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Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 4:53 AM UTC
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