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There is no beginning, no end – only change.
There are no teachers, no students – only the return of memory.
There is no good, no evil – only forms of expression.
No connection, no separation – only One.
There are no joys, no sorrows – only love.
There is no great, no small – only balance.
There is no rest, no entropy – only motion.
No wakefulness, no sleep – only existence.
There are no boundaries, no accidents – only regularity.
R. Monroe
