𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 :
In which to me this appears a static moment in time through that akin to the likes of a decaying star lay dormant; the star, in its past, being a rejoicing glamorizing object; in other words, the tower upon which the soul rest to face comfortably the abyssal realm of nothing ought shrink. But only through its denaturation can it succeed and preserve the test of time; rest not fooled through and through the ruse that the struggle last forever, indeed, nothing’s grasp on you and me is to fade the tower into a mere flat plane through which in its higher past form I lay the lamenting regret to you. Freight not, for you and what you are in face the shadow within the metaphysical! This shadow, I tell you, in and of itself fertilizes the ground through which you form; it is up to you to continue growing the mere bud it has ensured you to turn into an everlasting state of blossoming, my dear friend! Is this not the eternal life they spoke of? Is this not the karmic stages of life? Is this not that which is arbitrary? For they, the troubled disenchanters, spoke of the past being inferior to the future, while true for ideas, it is not true for what I tell you is the future of what we inhabit currently.
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