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Wasandru
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Enter this world, the world, a world. There are so many worlds, right here, right now, someday. Here you are, there you are. Pass through another but fail to partake therein. Fail to behold. No, no. Behold after all. One must seek to behold. To not seek to behold is to not be? This I ask. Can I, mortal, behold unbeholdance. It is so rare that one really synchronizes with the greater concept behind something... but I, mortal, am satisfied with nothing less. I demand satisfaction. I insist upon partaking in existence, even if this entails an increase in personal delusion.
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