Well, I am a lost cause. I am a person who started on a parallel line and then have the line intersected at infinity.
What can I say? Life is like that. Throw me a lemon I turn it into a lemonade. Throw me a dry bone, and I turn it into a juicy steak.
That's the way it is. You have to keep priming the pump. While you prime, be sure that there is water coming out from the pump.
I feel diminished. This is when the Nicorette comes in handy. Unfortunately, I am not buying any more Nicorette for this month. I had busted my quota.
So I have to make do with my imagination for the time being. After all, this is my turf. I do as I please.
What comes to mind then? Well, the one in view is Naga Kramat and Ar Rahman 55. The answer is final, instead of Eternal Damnation, it will be the Eternal Redemption. There is a reason for everything, of why things happen the way they happen like this.
I am the Final Arbiter. The Ghost of the Navigator is the one who decides on the final configuration of the Noktah. The writing is on the wall. The Noktah is the complete picture. It's more like a map than a display.
I am losing it all. The magic was demystified. There is no more magic. There is only perception. So I need to manage the perception as it was revealed to me through the eyes of a child.
So behold! "A Sufi lives a magical life for he sees the world through his heart." - Sharudin Jamal.
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