Ultimately, nothing in this life is ‘commonplace,’ nothing is ‘in between.’ The threads that join your every act, your every thought, are infinite. All paths of mastery eventually merge. [Each person has a] vantage point that offers a truth of its own.
POEM
Try to Praise the Mutilated World
Though the world is full of suffering, we can remember its beauty, and praise it.
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