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Back to the Garden: This Two Shelled Path




 







A garden of forking paths provided me with the opportunity to receive an apocalypse from a safe distance.  Having experienced gnostic entanglement in the past, I know it scratches an awful bloody truth. Therefore, I do not boast of innocence.  I reflect on past guilt, and how innocence and guilt occupy identical centers of pain.  It is only the perspective of time and the dimensions of space that divorces their brotherhood.  This two shelled path, it bores us to joys.