Insanity: Trying to write the end of the never-ending story (Healwizens: It ein fan it nea-einige ferhaal besykje te skriuwen)

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A lonely one

Once wrote

A lonely quote

And said,

To be insane

Is to be the same.

It is a shame

That we feel in vain

The pull to be

Like you or me.

When we could clearly see

THIS.

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Not the truth,

As there is no lie,

Only the appearance of one

To the eye

That looks for sense

And recompense,

As a separate mind

Submerged in time,

And all these qualities

That describe

The singular Universe.

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To be Universal

Is plain indeed.

Thy honest gaze

Upon the maze

Of our collective craze

Could yield, I feel,

Some soft reveal.

But as we are all writers

Of the greatest adventure,

None would venture

To remove

The main character, yours,

From the Universal story, of course.

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The Greatest Story Ever Told

Is still being written

On the subtle substrate

Of our Universal core.

And ever since and before,

Spin-off versions imagined being.

As the planets spin in relative dance,

We pen the stories, take the chance,

To say the thing that we see

In the way that we seem to be.

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But what are names to the nameless?

What is time for eternity?

How can the Universe be?

Nevermind me.

What kind of story can this be?

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Relax as well as you can,

Let the Universe calmly land

All around you.

Let it seep into your all,

Until you see that it is All.

And as you start to write the tale,

Not the boat, not the sail,

Not the ocean of your devotion,

Not the compass or the map,

Not the far of destination.

You in all and all in you,

Never lost, ever new.

All is This and This is true,

The Universe, the only You.