the feeling persists the lack of belief in self existence pupils become mirrors to reflect what we wish to see in front of us projected into us we seek in others what we wish grew wild within then reject the briars in a flux of insular need wrapped in weeds until all is strangled left to whither as we forget to tend our own gardens in the false hope that someone else has a greener thumb that we could ever manage left to our own derisive devices
How true this gem , wonderful metaphors Mike!
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thank you, my friend. your kindness is always a welcome sight.
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Itβs my pleasure!
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