Last bread
You're lucky i like you, not enough to BE you, but you know, so how do i set you free ? (Not like i havent tried ?)
Not so much anon
"I shall punish Jerusalem for her images"
Light, colour, sound, the black box of saturn, platos cave
We talk about projection, if you think of what we consider to be life as a projector, reality is much like that, our eyes are the window, what we see through the window comes from inside
The Rose Window of Notredame survived the fire, on that shows me, the miser, guarding my heart, the shepards purse
There is no point having a heart of gold if you dont share that heart, Truth lives inside you, in your own heart, the rest, is a movie
The whole world is a stage, watch