“There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception.” Aldous Huxley
In the dance of existence, why do we march? In straight lines, from birth to death's arch? The universe whispers a circular song, Yet we trudge forward, thinking it wrong. Like water that flows, then rises a…
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