Imprisonment comes like a cloak of flesh, a definite scene of a worldly state and a determinate social context, all on the very day of your first birthday. Every pattern of action is a rehearsed play, on a stage you been contracted to for life by an invisible agent. To be liberated from this unescapable penitentiary you need to go into what you were before you came into this world. Into the potential of your acting soul, your kin in myth and to God within. The help and tools to do this are scares and treacherous, so if you use poetry and music you need to be bold and heroic beyond what you can imagine. Nothing is what it seems to be, sneak on yourself, do the unexpected, and follow your heart. There are no greater adventure!
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Imprisonment comes like a cloak of flesh, a definite scene of a worldly state and a determinate social context, all on the very day of your first birthday. Every pattern of action is a rehearsed play, on a stage you been contracted to for life by an invisible agent. To be liberated from this unescapable penitentiary you need to go into what you were before you came into this world. Into the potential of your acting soul, your kin in myth and to God within. The help and tools to do this are scares and treacherous, so if you use poetry and music you need to be bold and heroic beyond what you can imagine. Nothing is what it seems to be, sneak on yourself, do the unexpected, and follow your heart. There are no greater adventure!
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