Entry 788

I am the origin of suffering. 
I am the life upon this world 
of limited resources. 
I am the mystery of death. 
I am the light which blinds&burns. 
I am the dark which drips 
of impending doom. 
I am the barbed&crooked hook 
of consciousness; 
the inebriation of faith 
and the sobriety of doubt; 
the fear of acceptance 
and the ecstasy of exile; 
the dread of deprivation 
and the ache of excess. 
I am the bindings by which reality obeys. 
I am the freedom of fantasy. 
I am the origin of agony 
and the source of your lamentations 
as well as the deaf ear you plea to.

I am Noth.

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