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My future days are my past dreams manifested standing behind a pane of glass inhaling the wisdom of sages has the future come to pass? time is meaningless now as all times coincide and can be entered like a room down the hall tapping into the universal mind riding the wave towards an infinite now never ending, never beginning all that is and will ever be at this moment lies everything or nothing seek nothing then you have everything acceptance of the futility of fighting the laws of nature.
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Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
Don't Fight It.