the stuff i'm made of or something of that sort seems to be what i'm inspired by today to act upon/call upon/muse upon if you will. . .
the great paradox of human (sentient?) existence: singularity being a given, yet the need for collectivity. need as perceived, perception being all there is.
but love. what of love?
what is love?
love is:
source
breath
fire
life
mean
raking
breath-taking
all-inclusive
a reminder
all-encompassing
unification
embracing
stability
insanity
love
peace and blessings abound my friends, and we are all bathed in glory at all times - let us not lose sight/hope/inspiration.
evidence of wonder exists within this great magic show we call living: here we are.
voila!
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