I wanted the world to stop now. So I stop and watch every detail, until the growing young little grass between the parallelepipeds of the city. Why no one sees?
To Look.
The breath of God also gave us eyes, 'cause dry eyes alone are only a huge empty incomplete with sensations.
The world doesn't stop, nothing stops never. I will not stop watching the little grass, or contemplate the vastness.
One is never too young to realize what is not realized.
One is never too old to ignore what has been understood.
The essence is very complete. No one need power to take it. Just leave. Go.
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