It is sometimes better to stare at the wall than through the window, for what lingers outside could be more pernicious than one could tolerate; more treacherous in its own way as if its concept rose from another realm and has swallowed all existence. The nature of possibility roams these wild fields and, eventually, fills the gaps of chance encounters and unexpected events. It can grip awareness with a forceful tug, unleashing a grim reality against the backdrop of time, before returning to the reservoir of its deathless morass.
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