
World chaos and death’s last stand
When the very template of reality breaks down, we know we are approaching the end of history.
When the very template of reality breaks down, we know we are approaching the end of history.
Only a very domesticated version of Buddha, sitting idly on the mantelpiece, would argue for mere peace.
We asked for this: the freedom to choose as sovereign beings, to create genuinely new basins of experience, to wake from the recurring nightmare.
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