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After it all came down and dust was settling along the sidewalk, a small bird 
landed on the re bar and sang a song that unraveled a truth that existed 
underneath these distractions. It sang: "I believe the truth is such; we create in 
our own minds and what we believe to be true manifests itself in our 
distractions." I continued down the walk and came upon a beggar who asked for 
some change in exchange for wisdom. "What can you offer me?" I asked 
sharp. "A chance to realize that we are one person, and the whole we create is 
non-existant without you." I laughed and threw him a quarter, and picked up my 
stride, from behind me I heard him say: "Whatever you do, don't look back." I 
turned around and no one was there. Soon I arrived at my home, sat in my lazy 
boy recliner listening to the words spoken to me today. I thought if the truth is 
something we create and every person is connected, how are we able to 
disagree? And from the back of my mind I answered my own question, Wanting. 
Longing. The need for what we don't need. The excess. The money. The fame. 
The success. The glamour. The overall sense of acceptance. Community by 
exclusion. We need to forget what we want to remember. In essence we want 
what we don't need and need what we don't need. Circles of lies. We need to lie. 
Without lies there is no truth. And what an obvious answer. So much loss. So 
much pain, boiled down to morals. Now this idea I have shrugged off as fancy. 
And as those words float further and further away, I reach for the control and lose 
myself in distraction.

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