Within 'being' lies the motivator. That motivator creates for us the impulses, desires and fears in which we dance to the tune of life. Existence is reality and efforting brings about the change we seek. By chance nothing is.

Upon awakening we see that in order to be we must first lust for existence. Within that lust, the seeds of our destruction are sown. Eternity is mapped out and becomes limited to the degree of our own failings, but when perfection gazes upon itself all that is seen is what is perceived.

Creation fails to exist but as a fleeting thought which whispers to those who hear "I am alive" where in reality, our true nature is revealed in death as well. Is it at all possible to break free of ourselves, we ask as we suffer unto ourselves.

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