All existence is pressed.
As a seed is smothered in earth to grow so too are we born in a vice of ego and culture and belief.
And in the chaos story we find the humble fisherman a master and the mighty king enslaved.
Our bondage unifies us in rebellion against our self but we row our boat across the psychic ocean conflicted and whirl and twirl.
Stay tired of this revolution. Dream of an evolution.
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