A wise man's question contains half the answer. Solomon Ibn Gabirol
In the quiet spaces between thoughts I sometimes hear these whispers: The way intuition blooms like dawn Before reason can name the light. Where do these knowings come from? The sudden certainty that rises Unbidden as a storm, The moral compass spinnin…
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