“When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.”
there can be many different ways to come upon the path called truth, and even though we travel long the finding of it's no pursuit to set out on; for it finds us. the future gives no guarantees except that we will lose ourselves and find ourselves out here among the leaves
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