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p.142 Butterfly Story Pt.2
⭐️”What I understood deeply on that day was this: to hasten eternal rules is a mortal sin. One’s Duty is confidently to follow nature’s everlasting Rhythm.”
“In the same manner may a prematurely expiring butterfly help [us] to avoid rushing and therefore to manage to unwrap our wings at a leisurely pace 🦋
— 8 hours, 27 min ago
⭐️”What I understood deeply on that day was this: to hasten eternal rules is a mortal sin. One’s Duty is confidently to follow nature’s everlasting Rhythm.”
“In the same manner may a prematurely expiring butterfly help [us] to avoid rushing and therefore to manage to unwrap our wings at a leisurely pace 🦋
Mason
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p.142 Butterfly Story pt.1
“I kept waiting and waiting; it was Slow and I was in a Hurry… What it needed was to Ripen and Unfold PATIENTLY in sunlight.”
— 8 hours, 27 min ago
“I kept waiting and waiting; it was Slow and I was in a Hurry… What it needed was to Ripen and Unfold PATIENTLY in sunlight.”
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p.108 Confucius says: "Many seek a happiness higher than the human being; others seek one lower. But happiness is the same height as the human being."
— Oct 11, 2026 12:39PM
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Everyday things that had lost their luster regained the brightness they had possessed the moment they emerged from God's hands. Water, women, stars, and bread returned to their primordial, mysterious source; the devine wheel regained its rotational momentum in the sky.
— Oct 08, 2026 04:12PM
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I joined him in feeling entirely happy in my motionless silence, surrendering myself to the uncertain, rose-lit suggestions of dawn. The whole of existence in these magical instances seems featherlight, the earth as uncongealed and fluffed out as a cloud that continually alters its shape and is remodeled by every puff of wind.
— Oct 08, 2026 04:10PM
I joined him in feeling entirely happy in my motionless silence, surrendering myself to the uncertain, rose-lit suggestions of dawn. The whole of existence in these magical instances seems featherlight, the earth as uncongealed and fluffed out as a cloud that continually alters its shape and is remodeled by every puff of wind.

