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Chain


A chain, a chain so thick the man cannot hold on. As the chain slips from his very hands he pauses and thinks "why am I pulling this thick chain?". what he did not realize was that, that very chain is what he his holding onto just as he does with his past. They are one of the same. 

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Cacie29
<p>Now. What is now? Is now reaching a state of enlightenment? If all we do is live in the past then how will we be able to be presently here. Again, what is now? Nothing but this very moment in time.&nbsp;</p>

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