Sacred Profusion
Sacred ProfusionI find myself staring at a stray boulder by the wayside. That stone has endured thousands of years of wind and rain, existing in a state of quiet, unbroken "duration." It knows no hunger, no pain, and no fear of vanishing. It is the serene peace of the inanimate. Yet, the time of a stone is colorless and odorless. In all those centuries, that boulder has never once felt the ache..
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