The naked truth being

That renegacy of the ego, disguised in the cloak of life, is subject to constant change. No one's events lead through the thicket of serving desire without the mask-like gaze. If the abyss of depth offers freedom of choice, the voice of success boasts in shimmering colours of the pride it bears witness to. Every step is declared virginally, calling the other self to the show of imitation. Distracted in the ongoing, the touch of those who follow in search of each other imagines itself. Any fusion of the valorising ego with the creating ego or the devaluing ego with the serenely leaving ego adorns the wisdom of the involuntariness of the reaction. The material rift first gives birth to a stop, whose stripes on the horizon leave behind washed-out colours of the shell of sensing, reflecting light. The question of the truth of the who of being adorns the uncovered being. Far from the burden of proof, the doing of holiness joins in, releasing identification in voluntariness. Doing in letting begins and ends in the same.

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