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love might have broken, but it wasn't the first time it has broken. To you the pieces look like shards, but to others they are shaped like puzzle pieces. Some people can read the puzzle pieces well enough to be able to put it all together. And if it breaks, they can put it back together again easier than it would be for someone who perceives them as just shards and not puzzle pieces. Every so often the shards might look a bit puzzle-like but they will not retain the memory of the shapes as well until they've seen it a lot over and over again.
Nothing earthly ever satisfies the soul. What does, is looking to the universe within oneself, and seeing, remembering, that it (you) contains everything you've ever lost or thought was outside of you.
When you can be in calm remembrance of your total being, your soul will taste satisfaction, never sooner!
All displeasure manifests from the false belief that anything can be separate from the self. Identifying with your (false)personality is the same as forgetting your infinite potential. In reality, we are all made of light from the same source and share the substance that is composing our collective existence.
Find the seed of the infinite within and behold everlasting glory.
the problem is something very basic in nature, a problem within I can't see and noone remember the trouble either, sometimes I think and hope that its just a minor show.. dellusin, maybe fetish of sorts..
Something bigger than I can/could a moment ago, to me it seems very fundamental but yet noone seems to percive the logic of how some simple, yet complicated workings of reality go, that make our days feel worse, and simply do not allow us to feel happy and colorful feelings, instead of cold.... Now I wanna say puzzled, my puzzle just alawys just seemed to be done in one way or another, weird shit.
Dear lord... please allow this dangerous combination of hair spary, bat slobber, and D.O.T. four automatic transmission fluid to excite my mind, occupy my spirits, and enrage my body, provoking me to kick any man or woman in the back of the head regardless of what he or she has or has not done unto me. All my Best, Earlie Cuyler.
-------------------- Of course it's happening inside your head.
Why should that mean it isn't real?
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