Suffer change,
And pass away.
This is their nature.
When you know this,
Nothing perturbs you,
Nothing hurts you.
You become still.
It is easy.
There is an atom dancing in space, whirling in its own chaos; completely innocent, wandering like a child lost in a zoo, gazing through the array of bars of its minute consciousness into the stars of endless forms. But as it dances, it knows of everything and when it leaps, it leaps to the music of its own heart, and for a moment can't be seen. Yet, it reappears as Wisdom, and on Fire, through all the smoke of beloved matter. This Log is dedicated to the sentient dance of that Atom.
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