Bypassing calamity with a burly attitude, respecting no
detail, as spreading itself thin, life unfolds onto
tables of backwards learning.
Wisdom cannot be found anywhere in sight, because it sits
countingly in a space of silence, wandering forward in
spacious rooms of dawning sunlight, protecting always
inner words of awakening literature.
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