The stillness and myself amidst the greater abstraction of chaos. The psychic attacks of a force as old as time supplying an endless beholding to the terror a nation, a flag, an idea can Inflict. A grim blow after grim blow. So many people lost to the grinding of the machine. The one that doesn’t think, The one that doesn’t feel. We are safe in the mind, for now. Imagine things. Let them guide you. Feel deeply in the quiet, in the fact that commitment to the truth can heal us and free our collective of souls.
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