Thoughts disclose uncertainty, doubt gives pause to stillness. And this is how it was, not that nothing could become, but that the sound more pleasantly envelopes the mind. If still the old exists, does it have meaning? The words cannot be undone, nor can light shining cease to reveal the hidden folds.
A mystery unfolds now, to search and find is the hidden treasure. But what is behind these words must change, and all is the same because of this. It is the secret: Mirrors of language will parallel thoughts, but perhaps you will see through the tunnel of obfuscation and understand.
It cannot be written any more clearly than it is right now.
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