The earth is made of flies. The ocean is made of flies. We are all made of flies and it's pretty terrifying.

Never envy nothingness. Only ever envy memory. How could you envy what you can almost always hear?

The cloud is made of earth. The tree is made of earth. We are all made of earth and but it hasn't always been that way.

Hardly ever distrust sorrow. Only ever distrust time. How could you distrust what you can never again know?

Don't love the lizard because the lizard is made of sand. You will be full of sand, too, eventually.

Don't regret the desert because the desert is full of blood. You will be full of blood, too, in the end.

We hear the void and dance with fear. You hear the void and wail with regret. The void hears you but does not shake.

The wolf cries. The wolf wails. The wolf screams with jealousy because it sees the memory that it will never have.

Don't regret the sky because the sky is full of soil. You will be composed of soil, too, if the sun rises again.

Don't envy the desert because the desert is made of water. You will be full of water, too, sooner or later.

We see the wolf and shake with terror. You see the wolf and scream with anger. The wolf knows you but does not shake.

The eagle rejoices. The eagle shakes. The eagle dances with desire because it knows the victory that it will never have.

We feel the desert and shake with confusion. You see the desert and wail with regret. The desert knows you but does not shake.

The earth is made of nothingness. The desert is made of nothingness. We are all made of nothingness and there's nothing that can be done.

Don't long for the tree because the tree is full of darkness. You will be composed of darkness, too, in time.

Don't love the scorpion because the scorpion is composed of darkness. You will be composed of darkness, too, when the time comes.

Never again distrust belief. Only ever distrust thought. How could you distrust what you can probably never know?

The void cowers. The void rejoices. The void howls with pride because it sees the soil that it will never have.

The raven dances. The raven rejoices. The raven shakes with contentment because it sees the love that it will never have.

Don't distrust the eagle because the eagle is made of flies. You will be composed of flies, too, if the sun rises again.

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