Echoes of the Mind

There is a richness to living that is, in itself, a never-ending movement. If one is able to see clearly; to sit within one's little house, seeing the beauty present in the warped wood, the cracked tile, and the rotting floorboards; one finds a liberation beyond the words we've all been taught about liberation. Vibrant, filled with echoes of the fallen brothers and sisters of the mind...

...I cannot mourn for their loss.

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