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A man stands on a corner, a crossroads. He stands here in the city, an overcast day, rain appears inevitable yet never falls. He stands on the corner, no certain plans direct his actions this day, no motives his thought. And he stands at a crossroads. So now the choice: cross the street and continue north, or go over to the other side and proceed east. Little does he know how such a choice will determine his fate, his life, his very future. How every apparently inconsequential decision is critical, do or die, every minute action, every moment, the shaping cause of his future. And a man stands on a corner, a crossroads. His future his life before him, East or North, turn back and go south, stop in this store, drop in for a cup of coffee, meet a stranger…hail a taxi…wrong turn…mugged…go home…. A man stands on a corner, this very moment the crossroads of his life.
Liberation is a state of Mind, state of being, i am free because i live thusly.
The light is on. Expeirence.
"Measure me while I live-after it will be too late."
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