Don’t make the mistake:
It’s the fall of the dice.
Nothing’s true chaos.
All by a cause
and all die will fall.
A mirage for the eyes.
A trick on the mind.
Nothing will ever happen without coming down the chain.
And no occurring chronology will ever be the same.
Sooner or later you end from where you came.
There is no great.
There is no small.
It is the mind that cause it all.
(Trifling or great.)
The web, it spreads.
The web entwines.
Like family trees
But backwards, exponentially.
With this in mind — do drift upon …
The journey of a grain of sand.
A shared ancient breath, within you lungs.
The speck of dirt which graced your hand.
Erosion and forming of lands.
And every little thing you can.
Observe as it unfolds.
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