The two start to question their very existence when reality falls apart before their very eyes.
I am sleeping, and dreaming, and wandering along.
So weak in mind and body.
Dreaming time has reversed.
You have your way. I have my way. The right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.
No one is more truly substance than another.
I concluded, on the whole, that delay would not hurt the kind of nature which is in my heart.
Practice positive discontent.
I've done it myself in the past.
So, it's been a good week.
Answered by a smile.

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