A boy was born one day. He wrestled to understand the world. Through the years he grew weak and waned strong. Hope ebbed and tragedy flowed. Sporadically, he aspired to live fully, but mostly longed for slumber. One night, he became a man. He loved and wounded souls as he sailed the eons. Ambitions became gleaming, then thick fog would settle still. One day, a spirit blossomed. An ineffable love wakened. Now he understands he is humus for its growth, solid ground until it flies.

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