Because there is no beginning no ending
Not even an ouroboros but more a writhe of serpentine time
I revisit the past reexamine my roots reword my existential stories
Who I am today changes who I was but who I was influenced who I became
A twisted entanglement that cannot be teased into separate threads
All or one or some lead to who I will become but really
All eventualities are present in each moment of my becoming
And voidness too is there in the pause before
This happens just so this happens regardless therefore no need
To try any harder than I do no need to make my eyes see the back of my head
It is there or not a hand clap a finger snap and I know
Just breathe
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