Time, the sweetest fruit and yet the greatest curse. Fool are they who wait to do something important with their time.
There is nothing to do, nothing needs to be done, all is well.
Only then can true being begin. Not out of heat and pressure, but out of the nature of your spirit.
Sweet spring water trickling through layers of stone, mud, sand, and muck.
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