As the dunes of solace cause ripples and waves in the sand of life, it causes events to unfold like plays of woven fabric. When the threads intertwine friendships are made and enemies are kept at bay causing the psychedelic vision of truth to flow. Only when the picture and light is at its brightest can creativity get a foothold in the vista of dreams and life of change and selection. This causes positive branches of the tree of life to grow shoots of pleasure and an aura of scent like no other. When the flowers mature the key of hope prevail and water and soil is no longer needed, just the foundations of friendship and tranquility. After the siren is sounded it is not an end but a new beginning, life never ends it just gets recycled into an unknown but eventual state of flux that transcends ordinary space and time. Then the atoms and molecules of physical reality are not needed anymore just the spirit of energy and pleasure that we are all created with in abundance.

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