And this world is made of hurricane and rain. Of matter and mind and connection and collections of dejections, rejections and creations. And creation is all we are, all we have, all we do. And at the end of the world, and the beginning of the world, the universe will be there with an umbrella and a bucket to mop up the mess and wait out the snow until the next rebirth. It’s just a season thing, this life we’ve got.

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