The odor of decay from the forest of life; an epiphany of the cycle of death.
Stopped in my tracks on a useless journey into the mind of an empty soul.
The simplicity of nature revealed; not in her perfection, but in her banal essence.
The constance of energy acknowledged.
Joy and loathing simultaneously erupt and subside.
A mushroom sprouts, a eye see it.
Infinite thoughts scatter in a vacuum.
Everything is touched, nothing is felt.
A rip in the fabric, a glimpse of time.
Ineffable understanding.
No one listens to what they cannot hear.
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