you've really bagged it this bag
All is one except for when it isn't. In escaping the illusion of separation one becomes susceptible to the illusion of universality.
Each wall torn down feeds the horizon.
We must watch what we feed lest we expand an appetite beyond our means to sustain.
Remember these bags are only for your convenience.

No more and maybe less.
Love,
the dead minotaur
Each wall torn down feeds the horizon.
We must watch what we feed lest we expand an appetite beyond our means to sustain.
Remember these bags are only for your convenience.

No more and maybe less.
Love,
the dead minotaur





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