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Life is too short for boring stories

In one of my – admittedly rare, but certainly occurring – light-flooded, chaos-absorbing minds attendant, especially in the context of the unavoidable, borderline experience togetherness with myself, adjust, following a just-casual sleep-blessed night and a cheerful good-morning kiss from my side female dog, who happily relieved me of the morning toilet, it could hardly be …

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Still I held the candle in my hand, which was long gone. I had not recovered yet, from the pain that my dreams would remain un-lived, that my hopes of living together and giving up possessions would not be fulfilled. It was not possible. Not in this world. Not in this society. I sat there …

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So I told you, from my experience and my cognition, from the symbiosis of the head with the heart, the pragmatics with the love. And because you are a man, you have been able to gain something from the idea of freedom of domination as long as an idea remains and you the Lord. Domination …

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My heart had swum down to the deepest depths, to the Mariana Trench, and drifted away from the waves of the North, the South, the West, and the East. It had flown up to the highest heights, up to Mount Everest, and had been carried by the winds of the north, the south, the west, …

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And my heart flew, with the winds of the north, the south, the west, and the east, and felt the suffering wherever and in whatever form it was found. It would be lost, splintering into billions of parts, I thought, in the face of the suffering that was in billions. 144,000,000,000 sufferers. How is a …

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With all naturalness. So it was to share everything, including housework. Jesus, Mary and me. All the little things that are done because they are to be made. Rinse the tea cups e.g. Because you want to fill them again. Clean up the kitchen and the rest of the house. There were no discussions. It …

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