Oil on canvas. WHEN IN DOUBT, BE EXTREME. Though the honey is in your mouth (and to you so near), it will vanish all at once if you do not drink it. We arise from a spontaneity so unique, so replete with the perfections of the Universe, it is a wonder we have become so deluded. Who are you, really? From a spontaneity so unique (and so readily available, even now), you are molded, hardened. You grow a false skin from the impressions of others. Our identity is fictional. Written by parents, relatives, education, society. With certainty all things must be viewed as if they were a magick spell. Every day, cast off a scale of your own hardness through spontaneous action. Strive to return to a state of un-patterned-ness.
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