” Who would be born must first destroy a world.”
—Hermann Hesse

 

I choose a new world of being and leave the old one in flames.The old me died of realized misconceptions and took his world with him. What is a world but an outlook, a way of seeing that crystallizes around belief and cracks when the belief changes. No world I’m in ever stays around too long for I was fostered by the phoenix and the flame will never die.
Blessings, G

 

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