Who do you love? What do you love? Why am I so full of questions? Are there answers?
Only what is that thing? Why am I made the way I am? Why do I care about all the wrong things, and nothing at all for the right ones? Or, to tip it another way: how can I see so clearly that everything I love or care about is illusion, and yet–for me, anyway–all … Continue reading Who do you love? What do you love? Why am I so full of questions? Are there answers?
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