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There are certain works of music that consistently, predictably, bring me to tears. Each time the feeling begins before the music starts. It is known, what is going to happen, and it is know that it cannot be stopped. At first, the feeling is shame, that I can still be affected as such. This movement may rather be, one of the things at age 35, that I can in fact be proud of.
But it is also hard to be reminded that the creatures who bring unimaginable horrors to bear on each other and on the planet which keeps them, are also capable of a beauty beyond comprehension. It would be easier to make a determination on the nature of this creature were one or the other true.
This invocation is something that transcends conscious thought, or shame, or fear.
To live in a permanently invoked state...
But it is also hard to be reminded that the creatures who bring unimaginable horrors to bear on each other and on the planet which keeps them, are also capable of a beauty beyond comprehension. It would be easier to make a determination on the nature of this creature were one or the other true.
This invocation is something that transcends conscious thought, or shame, or fear.
To live in a permanently invoked state...