True: a label is a label.
But what if labels are the true reflection of what we are deep inside? Or: what if we have no insides? What if our insides were our outsides and our outsides our insides? What if beauty is truly skin deep, because what we called our "insides" are actually outside? And what if this thread never ended?
And what if there were no such thing as an "end"? And, if one reaches the "end", is that where enlightenment comes? So: have chickens reached the end? And is everything going to eventually reach "chickenhood"?
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"I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each others dreams, we can be together all the time." - Hobbes of Calvin and Hobbes
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