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Nothing Matters


Nothing made it possible for something to exist.And Something can always return to nothing.Yet something can never be satisfied with the results of nothing.You see superior often times comes from the presense of inferior.Nothing is perfect with need it just is.While something demands.All things can fit perfectly into nothing whereby room is only welcoming of something.When we empty self then we see all that is possible to be.Now if you want allow self to accept the things that really matter.And know that in fact nothing matters.#13wisedome#
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