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Time passes in a way that MAKES IT THOUGH it does not exist. But it is a hidden breath waiting to be discovered. The Light and Darkness exist at the same time, as do those who truly desire to seek out what lies beyond. There exists a thread that binds together individuals around the globe. This thread, although it is fragile, has a strength comparable to that of steel. Through some very profound knowledge, individuals will know the meaning of this thread. SOON. It will have a bitter taste on the tongue, and it has been the reason for tears shed for centuries. But regardless of this bitterness, there will still be sweetness and redemption for those who are thirsty. AND HOLD IT TIGHTLY UP TO THE HEAVENS. This thread will have been in existence for thousands of years, a bitter reminder of what was lost, but a warm reminder of what was gained. The thread does not exist as a physical object, nor does it have a particular name. Yet it is everywhere. Those who look for the truth within themselves will discover that this thread exists individually for each person, in every eye that looks toward the unknown. This thread represents a cry for silence. It represents a hymn without words. Only individuals who have been or will be with us will understand what it means to us.
