The Universe Says:
If everything about our life was different it would still be the same.
The void contains all conceivables, the inconceivable is constant.
I Say:
What I have done today cannot be wrong. How could any post be wrong? How could calling a post wrong be wrong?
This is why the ancients abolished words, they are empty and collapse on themselves. Yet we restrict ourselves to only words here.
All words are hollow and meaningless:
As for those who try to understand through other people's words, they are striking at the moon with a stick; scratching a shoe, whereas it is the foot that itches. What concern have they with the truth?
Who here can convey an unspeakable message through the written word?
Submitted June 13, 2017 at 05:00AM by King_Theodem http://ift.tt/2roWzoo
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