Technicolor dreams blur the grey reality which is known to all who open their eyes in the morning. And we walk and stroll our ways to jobs, school, where ever life leads us. We do not question these daily tasks but undermine the causality of what happens when we do. Like a dog on a leash, spirituality only reaches so far, then, again, reality awakens us. We set out to gain status quo and power; we start with what we think are small steps but soon reached to be great giant leaps ahead. People get scared of leaping so, they fall. You've got to just take the jump. If you know you can then what will stop you? Yourself. Don't stop yourself from jumping out there. Look out there, out your living room window, office window, bedroom window. Look at the horizon. Do you know what lies over that line? Immortality, take it. It's yours.

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