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REM Sleep (Other) by mystic enoch

When I close my eyes I begin to have dreams. They glorify, mystify, sometimes even terrify me. But they have a deeper meaning. Coming from the depths of my soul their only goal is to make me better. Though I don't understand their ultimate plan. Each morning I arise with a great repose refreshed with each lesson learned. enoch2

zodiac 20-Mar-06/11:08 AM
P.S. -- EVERYONE'S GIFT

Hilda: We shall not go to heaven, and even if we were both to go, we would have no eyes to see each other, no hands to touch each other. In heaven, there is no time for anything but God... Here you are: a little flesh, worn-out, rough, miserable—a life, a wretched life. It is this flesh and this life I love. We can only love on Earth, and against God’s will... When people love each other they become invisible to God.

- Sartre, "The Devil and the Good Lord"




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