There is one story and one story only that will prove worth your telling
Rupert Graves - To Juan At The Winter Solstice
I turn off the screen
It kept repeating the same stories
and it kept asking the same old questions
I see an angel descending from heaven
She is clothed in gold and has sunlight around her head
She sets her right foot upon the sea and her left foot upon the earth
In her hand is a book
She cries out in a loud voice
and as she cries, seven thunders echo her words
Then I hear a voice from heaven saying
Remember these things
but write them not
Take the book from the hand of the angel
So I go to the angel and say
Give me thy book
She replies
Take it and eat it up
To thy mouth it shall be as sweet as honey but it shall make thy belly bitter
I take the book
and as she commands I eat it up
It tastes sweet as honey, but after I have eaten it my belly is bitter
The angel says
Now thou must prophesy my words
before many peoples and nations and tongues and kings
I find the angel's command impossible to perform
For I can only recite my personal
Survival Kit
Remember
There is one story and one story only
Therefore nothing promise that is not performed
Birth
Peace - Panic - Pain
The first experience of every human being
Desire
Craving - Satisfaction - Peace
The quest for love which will last a lifetime
Loneliness
Isolation - Love - Isolation
The-growing-self-awareness-which-walls-up-desire-within-the-heart-box
Realisation
Language - Lonely - Language
The-infinite-absolute-perfect-ideal-being-a-word-only-a-word
Endurance
No-remedy - No-help - No-remedy
The-twenty-four-hour-technobabbling-mind-warping-world
Death
Pain - Panic - Peace
The final experience from which there is no return
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