Appearance follows from change and is the ‘true.’ It has no faults or falsity about it. Any abstract of it, any divergent semblance is, of itself, attached permanently so that the appearance, by way of formation, is born, lives and dies but never perishes. We carry appearance on our shoulders and try to stow it away to keep for ourselves. This is the most futile of gestures and represents the
meaninglessness of our cause. We claim to hold the truth as what falls before us and not latch on to the cosmic reality of destiny. A destiny which could never be reshaped, mastered or altered. We design it through ourselves and make it what it will always be. Change is the force of appearance and the last occurrence before the next truth comes along.
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