Everything drifts in wake of itself
Every opinion and every thought, though occurring in succession,
Draws back, dips down, tastes the sea of doubt, and then hides in its own shadow
This is the true cycle of life: reflection in insecurity
Grace periods occur once in a blue moon. In these, our eyes are opened to experience things in the moment:
When you’re experiencing things with every sense possible, while at the same time, not thinking of yourself, but living as someone formless
And when two grace periods marry – when people are living each other’s formless lives – there is a profound feeling
It’s this feeling alone that escapes the cycle of life
This feeling isn’t love or some other cliché, but a staining of the heart with a thick yellow ink
The contents of which spell true symbiosis