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Dividing the line, passing whatever know into an abyss. Churning up incomplete answers to inadequate questions. What one person knows, is an illusion. Faith of ones question, is never the same as the truth of the answer to the question itself. Hiding from ones own mind is the order of most. No one wants to face themselves. Looking into the mirror a stranger always looks back. If you face the truth nothing will remain of the facade one creates to the outside world creating a lie of supposed truths. Truths that have never been real for the person who created them. But the fantasy of the truths that are created to ease the mind of all responsibility gained thru misconceived glimpses of what can be. Essentially fear returns.

Fear the vibration that creates and destroys in its wake. What some try to repel from their lives, while others revel in its frequency of emotions it creates. The square reality never wants to experience fear. Them and their white picket fences and 2.3 children. Mediocrity that flourishes despite the ones that push to strive, in the ultimate reality to sift through the hypocrisy in order, not to define, mediocrity but to raise the lights of what is the ultimate truth. Unmask mediocrities outward lies order to prove normalcy is a figment on ones imagination in order to keep from relishing the frequency and addiction of fear.

Pushing the blood that flows thru ones veins. Faster, faster, churning, spinning with endorphins forcing one to reinvent what is real and what isn't.