It was on the wall. The compulsion to write words came from the most subtle stimulation in life. A thought. These writings are not instructional books but works of a determined mind. A soul that wants to figure out most probably the same questions a lot of us have. Down the line its hope is to inspire or have you question. Because who does have all the answers? Let yourself be the interpreter of these works. An uncommon story or philosophy. We are all but shadows on the wall in the allegorical cave.
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