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This feeling. His words. How do I describe it? It's like a hole in my heart, yet not painful. A deep need that seemed, and in my opinion is, quite unnecessary.

I had only known him for a month. Yet, why is it so painful? The thought of forgoing all my interaction with him and consorting with another, it's unimaginable.

He brings great joy to me. Oh how much he can teach me? I've been blind. I can't believe that I've been walking my whole life with this emptiness. Eating. Sleeping. Working. 

Had I not known him, this is what would have became of me.

I've known him for such a long time. Three lifetimes. I remember none of it. Why must karma be so cruel?

This lifetime will not be wasted on the pleasures of the flesh. I will make it my last. I will make sure that I die knowing everything.

They teach nothing. Everywhere you look. It's like everything is designed to keep you in the dark, cleverly woven to have you believe the exact opposite. What's the point of learning if we cannot learn exactly who and what we are?

The flesh is only temporary. Our identities are only temporary. Soon we will perish. A new meat suit. A new identity. The cycle repeats.

Our true names. Who we are lies in our spirit. The immortal spirit that never perishes. We must know it. We must understand. That is the only path to gain true knowledge regarding who we are. 

- Anonymous