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[I keep secret in myself an Egypt that doesn't exist. Is that good or bad? I don't know] -Rumi Every time I read these lines something is pulled inside of me, a string with a little man attached. He is the caretaker of all my dreams; hopes, mysteries, madness, poetry, creativity, words, wanderlust, ideas of friendships, instinct, magic, intuition and love. For if it didn't exist, my life would be nothing. I would cease to exist. I fear, sometimes, more than sometimes, that I give so much meaning and worth to everything, and there is an unbalance with those around me. Oh, help me.But what difference does it make? Meaning is everything, why must others have the same intensity? Afraid to be terribly, utterly alone with this knowing, snuffkin?yes.But there are words, husky and willful that mutter in my ear,This we have nowis not imaginationI cling to these words as if they were the last left on earth.
