It seems to me lately that you can't really embrace the physical without being spiritually nourished, or the spiritual without becoming intoxicated with the physical, they seem to loop around to continually embrace each other and give rise to one another. The essences of things always speak their names in the domain of the soul.
What I'm scared of, and what makes me so lonely, is wandering in the lost land where the empty shells of intellect are taken for actual things. As if there were an out there out there, unrelated to my soul.
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