An old monk walked slowly toward the butter lamps, stopping against the wall for a moment before smiling for the last time. A realization of…
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An old monk walked slowly toward the butter lamps, stopping against the wall for a moment before smiling for the last time. A realization of…
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Leave a CommentI know this sounds manical, or at least dramatic, but it is true enough. Energy is simple, it seeks to excape all things in all…
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