Mind is the mirror of self-awareness. Love is the hand that holds the mirror. Being is the hand of love and the heart of self-awareness.
If it doesn’t sound like a paradox in process, it’s probably the empire speaking.
Sometimes I write. Sometimes I’m written.
Either way, it’s all writing.
Self-awareness is nothing if not divine imagination.
Awareness is divine imagination naturally.
It’s said that writing is a state of divine imagination.
Coincidence is where two paradoxes cross in any universe.
The ninth line is often something fearless arising from the great unknown.
In natural perfection, all manner of things shall be well.
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