EMPTINESS IS FULL
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The Steadiness Of This Moment 

There has to be something 
Which is not fragile 
Which does not come and go 
Which is not a matter of luck or randomness 
That something must be greater than man 
Greater than being individual 
And if it is the only truth 
Then its simplicity must also be its profundity 
It’s immensity must also be its utter emptiness 
Man can only sense this 
When he somehow questions his ability to think in terms of objects 
Then there can be no man any longer 
Since he was nothing more than an object himself 
All that remains is all there ever really is 
Just this simple profundity itself 

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