God is the impulse, the heart beats truer than what we seek, what we believe holds are deceit. As the observation of love is the circumference of a center ever expanding, the great paradox. As light is reflected off the moon, the light that we give, is the light that we take, in a world of suffering we are but an illusion of pain, as the wound was never opened.
– Josh Fleming
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