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Spirit is not an idea. Or an instinct. It is an emotion. The full breadth, where in that journey through breath there carves the space for stillness. Thick stillness that is rife with spirit, more so than the crest and crash of the emotional sound. Thick stillness that gouges open a tipping point. Upon this point is the deepest sorrow and the most excruciating bliss, the apex of all joy felt now, then, and when. And in the eyes-like-paradoxes that lull in this still point, waiting for change, there is the numbness of what is beyond the infinite spectrum. The numbness that is from too much, that comes from too much.
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