All things must pass and all disappearances appear. Consciousness is witness as awareness is reflecting in consciousness.
One dreams so as to deconstruct the daydream. Dreaming disappears as if by magic.
There’s nothing the dreamer can do to stop the dream. Being burns it off like the morning sun.
My week is now three days. My moons just last a week.
footnotes
1. what falls down goes up again
2. love will not fade away
3. as the world reflexively turns
4. will my words outlive me? am i my words?
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