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we as puppets perform the dance is beauteous when heart is the driver ego severs the cord that connects us to love whence all that is left is a writhing, contorted spasm which we call our life yet the flame of awareness is held by God alone so He is who we seek and in seeking we so become the flame of love, light and bliss which we were, are and will be for eternity

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