From out of all the many particulars comes oneness, and out of oneness come all the many particulars. Heraclitus
In the sands of existence, a traveler wanders, Seeking truth between the real and unreal. Holy Hell, The unreal is but a shadow, A whisper of wind, a fleeting dream. Why choose between substance and illusio…
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