I'm a little surprised that post events so many years later that I would finally leave the temporal impericsl world behind. I suppose that age and loss of status physically assume st in the perspicacity of perceived ontological loss or loss in status (killing it in fact).
The liminal truth of fantastical profundity that loomed all along becomes the beacon. The harbinger? The birds of course and as a course, the airy world above?
The trifles of ego stroking compliments no longer act as a life jacket nor grounding mechanism.
The Soul must know and become.
Stellarmass13
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