the way is unfamiliar;
the way is obscure.
yet past the obscurity,
seems to lie finality,
whispering from within.
and so i go,
that i might see,
that which whispers
beguiling calls to me.
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Essays to help you discern and settle into what you believe to be true about yourself and this existence.
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