Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.
If you could possibly understand how precious and powerful your experience of this one lifetime as yourself is, you wouldn't be trying to go anywhere else.If you could know the perfection of time and space,You would slow each moment downTo drain every possible nuance of juice and flavor from it.When you leave this place, your body and mind and the earth which holds you, you will look back and only wish you had known the immense richness that you hurried through trying to find other better states of being.But this is the best bite.Heaven is here.Nirvana is now.As soon as you know that for sureYour life will never be the same again.In fact, in every way it seeks to get your attention. begs you to awaken to the magic right before your eyes.
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If you could possibly understand how precious and powerful your experience of this one lifetime as yourself is, you wouldn't be trying to go anywhere else.If you could know the perfection of time and space,You would slow each moment downTo drain every possible nuance of juice and flavor from it.When you leave this place, your body and mind and the earth which holds you, you will look back and only wish you had known the immense richness that you hurried through trying to find other better states of being.But this is the best bite.Heaven is here.Nirvana is now.As soon as you know that for sureYour life will never be the same again.In fact, in every way it seeks to get your attention. begs you to awaken to the magic right before your eyes.
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