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Just as there’s a budding river above every sea, there’s an ovule of dark in every seed. Its radicle seeks the humus daedalea of immortal trees, there by the river of death, flower of the everlasting.
Hope is the dead come to life. If it is not, then there is no dark to support the light.
Cumulus & Cirrus
Nothing is emptiness when everything is something of the sun, which would be nothing without emptiness that is everything in the absence of one.
Honeymoon