If the car is like the body and the steering wheel is like
the mind, who is driving? Note: the passenger is but a dream.
One's conditioning is like a well-oiled perpetual motion
machine—until unconditional love is raining cats and dogs and beautiful babies.
I am nobody but love is what I am. Call me the song of
self-awareness. Belief is disease but love is not a cure.
I have seen the best identify with deconstruction but the only
identity is love and identity is not the best.
Love the ones I love. Surrender all ideas about some
universal love. Four years is critical. Seven years is apocalyptic.
Pay the electric bill. Buy spring water. It's either karma
or nothing. Otherwise, everything is unbelievable.
The art of being human is the fact of following my love. The
god of all conditioning requires your insignificant sacrifice, earthling.
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