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The Basis Of Insincerity Is The Idealized Image We Hold Of Ourselves And Wish To Impose On Others.

Anxiety Is Loves Greatest Killer.

Anything I Can Not Transform Into Something Marvelous, I Let Go.

Life Is A Full Circle, Widening Until It Joins The Circle Motions Of The Infinite.

Love Never Dies A Natural Death. It Dies Because We Don't Know How To Replenish Its Source. It Dies Of Blindness And Errors And Betrayals. It Dies Of Illness And Wounds; It Dies Of Weariness, Of Witherings, Of Tarnishings.