all mysterious figures dancing around us, fluttering like butterflies, flutter fly pass you by, knowing not who, for one who dances never actually stops moving, ever so changing shapes, they never actually show you their real faces, or their true character. something like that elephant perceived from different perspectives. one can never gather the whole pieces.
so they say we should deconstruct everything, and see things as they really are. look with the eye of the heart, and not with the eye of men. because easy it is to be deceived. because, in the unreal they imagine the real, in the real they see the unreal; they who feed on wrong thoughts never acheive the real.
so they say.
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