The Glory of Being Dissatisfied

It was an age and epoch not far from our own, though its remoteness cannot be measured by time or distance. It could have happened in a galaxy far, far away or once upon a time or both, though neither one describes things entirely. It was a time of everything and nothing, of darkness and light, an era of openness and repulsion, of rightness and crookedness. The goodness of things only stood so brightly as to reveal the shadowed truth of the entanglement of things, and for all those who lived in such a beautiful time and place, it was simply the way things were.

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