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crocodiles of the Nile

there is no logic to this there is no defined path to bliss there is no algorithm for the allegory of your psyche but there are keys deep-dive into new horizons by facing your reflection like Narcissus without allowing the objects of your infatuation— like the crocodiles of the Nile— to swallow your hearts whole there is no logic to this magic to the alchemy of your evolution the equation is to reawaken out of darkness out of the void— the birthing canal of transformation

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