The etheric crack is a humble thing....a primordial thing...

Life itself is precious, and humanity is a thing most fragile. Both exist, as the universe, in a state of fluidity not so dissimilar to a swirling fog, or an unsettled ocean.

And it is those who resist this illumination who become aware firsthand of the crack in their form and mind. We carry the weight of broken lights upon our backs...we could move mountains....and yet we scream for dust and dreams.

Our feet are bathed in the powdery remnants of these painful acts. The debris of our anger and arrogance, our violence and madness...is a dirty thing. A shameful thing...be weary not to leave tracks...

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