It's all stories.

All of it.

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In the telling,

In the thinking,

In the remembering,

In the imagining,

The dreaming,

The hoping,

The regretting,

The longing..

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In the understanding,

And the not understanding.

In the illusion of knowing

The difference.

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This is a story too,

The story that says

It's all stories.

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Even the not knowing,

The unknowing,

Is just another story.

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There's simply no

Way of knowing

Knowing from

Not knowing.

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No knowing

Real from unreal,

No knowing emptiness

From fullness,

No knowing something

From nothing.

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But that's

Another story.

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