They both sound the same.
Whether I fell and or failed, I am dead.
It is the same old thing and recurring feeling.
Pure attachment and blind love.
There is no such thing as unity because to believe in one thing in itself is to discriminate another.
Who are we kidding?
We are just making cushions for our fall.
Hoping that in the pretext of brotherhood or sisterhood, we can soften the landing caused by our prejudicial acts.
Now that I watch myself more closely, I begin to see how mean I can be.
But again in the name of compassion, I think I chose the right path.
I suppose that's the biggest bunch of junk ever heard and spoken of.
Anyway, I shall go back to producing more junk.
Wishing myself - Happy rotting.
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