The Epistle of our being is written with letters full of blood drained from the love of God's Word.
Source: Wisdom Collection
Contributed by: lorasmith
I have reached this world's dreams harbor as devoid of truth as any other soul that dreams it lives through knowledge.
Heroes are the saints of every nation.
Just the inexplicable wants to be understood within the nonsense of emptiness that belongs to this world of illusion.
We have a lot of thoughts throughout our entire life, but ultimately we get all to the conclusion of a single thought: Death!
We will never be more than we are meant to be!
We are a being only through our Illusion of Life.
To believe in what you don't know is as true as to believe in what you do know as long as life is an illusion.
Who can know what love means at the feet of the absolute truth?
We cannot conceive death without the life within us that becomes aware of it.
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