Potent simplicity about the mind. But deceptive.

Very few people I have ever met were aware of their wings.

At all.

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The branch you are sitting on is familiar structure.

It is supposed to shatter. Over and over again.

And drop you into free fall (death).

During these drops?

You discover either a graveyard of terror, hate, vengeance and bullshit…

Or that … secretly… throughout all these «bad things»… you were being… given access… to a kind of wings you could never otherwise imagine.

And they will conquer (and redeem) anything.

Even death.

Yes. Especially death.