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As we walk to the edge of a precipice before launching into the experience of dying, the soft contrast of the wind kissing our hands is frightening. Two conceptually antagonistic sensations are abstractly intertwined and persist for a short eternity. When you jump, it is not your body that contracts against the ground, that splits to shamelessly show you what love is. It is love that runs towards you, and bursts you. It disarms you, annihilates you, empties you of everything you never were, and you remain suspended, anchored forever in the always.
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