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we move in the void of absolute no-thingness wherein individuated objects separate and yet part of the whole orbit the source wherefrom they arose as such the manifest universe is smoke seemingly alive by the breath of God wherein the pulse of love weaves the canvas of consciousness until harmony is restored

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Date: 8/17/2024 8:41:00 PM
Always a joy to read. Thank you for sharing.
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Date: 8/17/2024 8:51:00 PM
Thank you for stopping by, Benjamin :)

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