礼品之路 ( Lǐpǐn zhī lù ) – the dark side of Ingress

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And as I access, I see my own darkness.

My monster.

My discontent.

My fear.

Dissapointment.

My inability.

The smelly festering just below the surface of illusionary happiness.

And I cry.

Convinced anew that I, along with my kind, have been exiled to a pervasive destructive existence.

Never to be free.

Our eyes blinded to the virus inside of us.

My eyes.

Blinded.

Until I dare to step into the presence of my Origin.

And then I see.

The smegol I truly are.

How arrogant to presume I could tell a tale of Felicity.

How sobering to see what I truly am.

Still.

After so much yearning.

And convinced I am, better it be, to give myself to the hunger of this monster, delaying the consumption of my silly being with not one more moment, so that I shall not be what I have been all along, but seize.

This perhaps the only gift I have to give.

The world a smidgen lighter & brighter as it is purged of what I saw, of myself, in this Presence.

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