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this dances in the beautiful unknown

but nothing can claim this and yet only this an ego hates to hear that its thoughts and what it knows are empty. that all this is, is, a dancing in the beautiful unknown. pretending to know when it can never be known ever. these words, all equally empty. symbols twice removed from reality. but what is reality? something i have been deeply contemplating for some time now. and therein lies the problem, “i” have been contemplating the unknowable through the “known.” all these empty theories, these empty words that seem to fly back and forth in this beautiful dance we call life. every bit of this unknown, unknowable. the seen being what we think we see with our eyes but it too is unknown. how can i express this beautiful empty that has appeared here, “i” never can. “i” can only try. an empty dance back and forth trying to express the inexpressible. to dance within the words to find clarity where it doesn’t exist. to say clarity is deeply felt that too is even inaccurate there is just no de

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