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Ruination within the throng of rumination too tired to even think STRAIGHT. When nothing makes sense everything seems to lead to fatal mistake. Pay no heed to the noise occupying the mind. Listen to the empty space left behind. Once the eviction has been served, welcome the nothingness. Open the windows and change the air so you can breathe in this newly cleared inner space. Feel the rise and fall of your chest and know this is where YOU in your truest form rests. Time to let sleep come so dreams can flow. No longer trying to make sense but sensing what is already known.


Move over Descartes, I know therefore I am! Ou je sais, donc je suis. (my attempt at philosophical humour)

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