Scarred!
Marred!
Insert here is written across our temples.
The finite are continuously filled with more finite expressions, ideas, and hopes.
Insert here is written across our eyes.
Insert here is written across our ears.
The blind tug-of-war with the blind and the deaf walk on...
What if the infinite unassumingly yet deliberately passes by and inserts something?
...color?
...hope?
...life?
Existence actually begins to matter when the infinite kisses our souls!
Will we still live in the finite, or will we imagine and transcend finite expressions, ideas, and hopes?
Stamped...
Branded...
Is this our existence?
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