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» Wonderland We wander through our days. Some of us feel that there is a better way to live than the way we are living. It happens only momentarily. Like an old house you walk past every day; the windows frosted with grime and distorted by age, but for just a moment you look in and you see clearly what is on the other side of the glass. In that moment you feel elevated, noble, emotional perhaps. Or maybe what you see crushes you with a righteous weight. But however it effects you, you know that you have glimpsed a bit of Truth. You have left the wandering for just an instant and you have been lifted above the paths to look down on them from above. But just as suddenly that feeling slides away and you almost gladly continue to trudge along. The sublime thoughts in your head becoming more alien and ridiculous with every passing minute until you finally roll your eyes at yourself and shake your head and feel glad that you didn't try to communicate your experience to anyone else. Before this feeling has left me completely I will write: When there is no hate in our hearts we are beautiful creatures. Infinitely sad, but so beautiful. We suffer, and we expect to always suffer. But we hope. We don't ever cease to hope. We expect tragedy, but we hope nonetheless.
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