There are many instances in which one may wish for things they cannot attain. They long for the tangible form of the intangible being. We may long for winter…yet it is summer. In the meaning and the reality…we find a startling picture of how longing produces pain. Yet it is in that very pain…where one begins to form the tangible from an impossibility. Where the truth ends and then once more begins. Where the balance between the self becomes disrupted and one must search again for those things that once brought strength and truth…within the mind.
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