You know you have matured. The lessons you are learning now are different than before. They are internalized and personalized and evaluated at a private level.

I know what having a partner feels like. And it feels nothing like being lonely all the time. I am not going to die of loneliness anymore. But I may still fear it.

I am maturing.

We think of ourselves as conscious and evolving. And we behave with a common individual journey towards betterment without taking it seriously. Because this is too serious to take seriously.

It's too heavy to lift alone.

Newgrange still stands, water tight, untouched by torch. We build things without believing in them. We budge blue sandstone for decades. We add a coat of paint to a wall built when my great grandma was just born. We occasionally leave food where stray cats might find it. And in the meantime, we allow what isn't working to smoothly and expeditiously melt away.

This moment sacrifices everything and arouses a conscious conception. This moment is a revolutionary. The birth of Ideal. Ideal rising from the flames. Appearing in glistening grandeur as star flakes nibble skin that is soothed only by your hand gently listening to the endless echo of Hollow Evermore rattling around inside my soul.

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