At the center of your being you have the answer. You know who you are and you know what you want.
The center.
Beneath and before all my ego, I think I am, a stone. A smooth, polished stone, the color of elephant hide, the kind you might see twinkling at you underneath a curtain of rushing water. A stone, plucked, and turned over and over again by a set of hands.
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