The need to die a little in order to understand how to live:
To nearly die, the edge of dying; towards the brink of death,
the edge of living that pummels us for the passion for life.
Such a nearness of death that exists with exuberance for life.
Life should not become a lethargy, trudging through as we do mud.
We are so far from being dreamweavers, from making us understood..
Take this body and break it into beautiful pieces: make this drunken soul mad…
Make this trespasser glad.
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The White Death...The Green Death...The Black Death...All for us...
The White Self...The Green Self...The Black Self...All for us...
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