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How often does one ever find themselves sinking into the experience of their own becoming, like quicksand towards the event horizon, only to wither?

Wither into the experience of being dead to the moment as one otherwise becomes one with the scenery over part of the act itself, let alone lead role.

Instead, roles lead alone and let the act of the scenery be part of with that which one becomes otherwise.

See what I did there?

Yes I, Brian David Crowder, am a mirror of the mind.

In that, when we say, mind, I refer to one's own.

For without a shred of a doubt, if I ought be anything else, I am but a product of my own experience at best.

Taken for what it is, one can be mighty challenging seek to have arrive in search of themselves only to find themselves standing right there.

Standing in the mirror.

Waiting, seeing, listening, smelling, tasting, feeling.  Patient.

Patient is not who I dare say I could make myself out to be at this point if I could otherwise notice myself right here already typing this very sentence.

This is me talking.  Talking me is this.

For in this moment, life does give kiss.

No need for balking.  Walking you in that.

Eternity, this in for.  Kiss give does life.

Giving kiss, no more remiss.

Kickin' sitch', need not a premise.

Just witness yo, you're in bliss!

In this, want not but this.

If you have to ask, you'll never know.

Becoming is giving, giving is becoming.

Be entertained, or inspire the show.

The choice yours, wisdom loving.

Mhmn... God Bless!