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I do not have any kind of understanding.

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Nor can I make progress, nor stand in place.

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I am dragged relentlessly back into the pit.

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All the pretty things in the world seem cheap and tawdry and beyond sad.

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I know that these feelings, too, are a figment of my imagination.

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Above all this, the sun still shines and the moon glows and stars without number ignite in the silence of space.

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Namaste.

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