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                    *whispers* hello friend                                                    hack the planet! 🌎                                                           🐡                                                                               it's a unix system. i know this.                                                                                                                                               we're all pilgrims and strangers, and nobody knows what the fuck they're doing.         never feel certain. sureness is sin.   feel good. pride. confidence. effortless. present. feel bad. doubt. anxiety. potential. past.    it's you. it's us.      we'll make it. of course. we all must make it. because       someday it'll be over. like a great big dream.    i hope we can wake up together.     and laugh at our efforts completely gone.    and gaze into each others eyes for eternity.      i want so badly to see you again.
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when you need hope and feel lost 
unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,
nothing is going to get better. it's not.
when life hurts you 
the only way out is through
when you remember them again, but it's okay 
your absence has gone through me
like thread through a needle.
everything i do is stitched with its color.
when you dissociate and need help grounding 
i am the master of my fate,
i am the captain of my soul
when you want to have an existential crisis and cry 
this, then, is the human problem:
  - there is a price to be paid for every increase in consciousness
  - we cannot be more sensitive to pleasure without being more sensitive to pain
  - by remembering the past, we can plan for the future
  - but the ability to plan for pleasure is
                                            offset
          by the ability to dread pain, and to fear the unknown

furthermore, the growth of an acute sense of the past and the future
gives us a correspondingly dim sense of the present

in other words:
  we seem to reach a point where the advantages of being conscious
    are outweight by its disadvantages
  where extreme sensitivity makes us un-adaptable
  under these circumstances we feel in conflict with our own bodies
    and the world around them, and it is consoling to be able to think
    that in this contradictory world we are but
                                    ~*~strangers and pilgrims~*~

for if our desires are out of accord with anything the finite world
can offer, it might seem that our nature is not of this world

that our hearts are made, not for the finite, but for *infinity*

the discontent of our souls would appear to be the sign and seal

                            of their divinity
when you want to have another, smaller existential crisis 
life is but a dream for the dead
    swim in illusion
    or sink in dread
when you feel cynical 
wheresoever you go,
go with all your heart.
when you feel overwhelmed by the past 
despite everything, it's still you.

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