A spirit is born on a mountain and greets the morning sun, then flows down the river, it lives, experiences truth and eternity, the whole echo of the future, then dies, living on as a ghost, and this occurrence happens each day, then we wake up, and many days all is well, with no reason to complain, and if we looked back, it’s as if this whole time, the river was flowing the right way, unaware and uncaring, that between the cracks of each moment, slaughter, rape, and mayhem, occurring for each hungry demon, leap years, all we sold them, and spirits flowing wherever it can, everything and the truth is tested, the universe negotiates, and decides on the stability of the ground on which we're standing, old beasts and god, within each of us, seeds planted, and dreams ahead of all of us, places where eternity sprouts, and proliferates in each direction, like tendrils from creatures in the abyss, Cthulu and Goku, each echo with its road and its fruition, each action, its karma and its completion, under the sun and moon, we are but men and women standing on the earth, but your beating heart, it’s older than the world…

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