That beast called time

Time, as we understand it, consumes us. Yet there’s something...something that, if we hold it clearly, if we sense it deep inside, acts like an antidote to that beast called time. And then you look into the mirror and see beyond yourself. It’s like passing through your own being. I’ve felt that lately…

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Yes, my friend, this post is for you. The walk and the horses—who will remain absent for now—are dedicated to you, Hive account@enraizar. And not because I see you as part of my audience 😅, but because _{(I wrote this a few days ago)}: The spider lost its shadow when it entered the shade, and when it returned to the light, it bowed. So, I understood that it was revering its own shadow, its own life.