Did it ever make sense that the soul-ution to wanting was to give?
Did it ever make sense that the soul-ution to pain comes in not escaping pain but experiencing it?
Did it ever make sense that the soul-ution for death was to die?
Did it ever make sense that the soul-ution to fear was surrender?
Did it ever make sense that the soul-ution to security comes in the attempt of the unknown?
Did it ever make sense that the soul-ution to jealousy comes not in fulfillment of that desire, but in the release of it?
Did it ever make sense that the soul-ution to anger is not destrution, but release?
Did it ever make sense that the soul-ution to the desire to escape would be to immerse oneself in community?
Did it ever make sense that the soul-ution to blindness would not be sight, but instead someone hand?
Did it ever make sense that the soul-ution to weakness is not strength, but understanding?
Did it ever make sense that the soul-ution to the impossible, would be the impossible?
I can so easily understand these things, but we all know they don’t make sense.
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