The self Is Cosmic, More fictitious than thunder Disappearing Between the fingertips of the moon, A grave contest drawn in The dust of stars. You will not know the self. The self is not enough. But you will burn nonetheless.
The self Is Cosmic, More fictitious than thunder Disappearing Between the fingertips of the moon, A grave contest drawn in The dust of stars. You will not know the self. The self is not enough. But you will burn nonetheless.
Love this. “But you will burn nonetheless.”
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