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Whether by choice or not, when one leaves, there’s so much left behind. All kinds of beings, living and non living. The void thus created can only be filled with the longing for those elements or of their nature and quality. No matter how bright the torch is that is guiding us, it’s power is so small compared to the light of the source that keeps pulling us towards it. And those left behind… What do they fill their void with? Separation and waiting?
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