To Be:

In which element of life are we proposed.

For which prism of time are we meant.

With whose guidance shall we prosper.

As clay of mass and present of tense, knowing is unattainable.

Belief is beautiful, though treacherous in boundless form...

Trust in one (yourself) and embrace the abyss of the unknown.

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The blind may not guide the weak.

The weary can not comfort the infirm.

The lost unable to navigate the domain of their soul.

Yet to seek is to be mired in darkness and to wander is to beset oneself in aimless persecution.

Yearn for stillness...light will follow.