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Let me tell you, about how fragile things are; that there are pieces of what you have that are sometimes mismarked; that you won't know until it's too late. I can see your life like a house of glass cards, beautiful with the light of the sun casting rainbows through your eyes... And though it was built only yesterday, it seems to you as though you've lived there all your life; as if you have known these people, this person, from a time long since. You love it; and I love looking at it.

But of course you realize, that each mind is singular, without precedent, uncontainable. A perception can be sparked; and a fuse that, though long, is sure, can stop the sun in its tracks. I'm trying to tell you, that although you feel confidence and love, know that they are as fleeting as light through a butterfly's wings.

Love isn't something that can be attached to an object, or even a single person. True love, they say, is what they seek. Do you say you seek true love? Do you consider "true love" to be a person you hope to be lucky enough to meet, that you could live with in happiness forever? If love is true, it grows beyond attachment to any individual, for an embrace of love is not a shackle. Rather it is the key that releases your inner self as a gift for all, with a true love, unconditional toward the ever after. May the love of your life bring you compassion for humanity.

Do you believe the darkness evil? No, knowing you, I wouldn't suspect you do... Evil hides within the darkness, but darkness is in fact its abaser. Darkness is a temperer of light; this is its true purpose. But the child is a fool who willingly enters the night. For as a sword does not leap of its own accord into the flames of its temperance, so must we not climb into our own crucible. This is the first misconception of evil: that we might refine ourselves by entering into the corrosion of darkness. Please, let the night come at the setting of the sun, that the morning may come with its rising. Do you linger?

You have much to learn about the changing of the seasons. Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter, then Spring. At what season is the sun closest to the earth? It is, in fact, closer during the winter. Learn from this, that your petty perception of temperature is not indicative to the positioning of celestial beings. Isn't it a beautiful thing? to watch nature slowly dying each autumn, while the night grows like a rising tide. That time you broke down, alone in your room-- you secretly wish someone had seen it, don't you? that they would have known how beautiful it was.

Let the love you have inside you tenderly place each glass card in the framework of your fleeting situation. Sigh at the knowledge that light is the only thing that can penetrate them without ruin.

A rainbow upon the floor.