Duality.
The world as home to the mind of man is but a perfect dwelling,only if you observe through a window upon higher ground of consciousness.
I mean exclusive as man,inclusive of all men; like a god?
You can really hate something so badly that someone else is in love with so madly...An eye for goodness alone would dictate on the hate of man as imperfection but the world has to hold all of us in ...Now what is the essence of perfection but life of man sustained. Feelings,emotions can be imperfect....but the hand of the extreme conscience is perfect.
To accept all of our ideas,to sync all our differences, to be one,to be perfect. The psycho-World.
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Author:
NN Benjamin (Pseudonym) (
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