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Fear. The first thing we feel upon awakening is fear, terror of the truth. We are not in denial of death, we are in denial of our fear. To free ourselves from fear we must confront our fear of freedom. There is freedom in the struggle too, and glory to those who face it: The Hero’s Journey speaks to us, and all the world's religions from afar, calling us to awaken to the truth.

This truth is the most primitive and yet most essential of all truths: That we are free. That in everything we do, and everything we say, we are free. And yet, are we seeking or still hiding?

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There is no question, when you find it. We are living in glory, honoring the struggle. Prepared for a challenge. And yet violence can awaken only fear, so we must wage a holy war.

Holy war strikes into the heart of fear, turning it into blooming art. Art can only be lived experience, leaving artifacts for human beings; vectors into another world, entirely. They say life is experienced backwards but lived forwards, but only death speaks forwardly: Life speaks creatively, beyond onwards - upwards!

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Confronting the monument. Vectors of the ineffable, towards rage we harbor resentment. Bringing it all back, we lack what is happening right now, as if a void of dread sucks us out of the eternal present, growing as we speak into everything.

Take heed: Cause to celebrate, and be welling, bursting out fresh. Sleep creeps into the shadows where fear hides. The spiders and the worse are seen clear in the light, and causes no slight alarm, but then without fear of the unknown. This time: Fear of pain itself.

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Pain strikes deep into the vault, removing freedom by its own sharp wit, for pain is lightning. The light in lightning is the same as in enlightened. For enlightened beings, all the world seems lit up. For beings fraught with lightning, the world is a dark and frightening place.

Suffering is worse still, recalling every other pain in equal measure, flattening reality into a prison of experience, the eternal hell that grows the wasteland. We are all one in this, and enlightening even the worst shall absolve us, and strengthen our resolve to enlighten it all.

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