Transcendence is an ability derived from self-trust and carelessness, it’s a bronze-armored bell, impervious to the world and its recklessness, it’s the same thing as autopilot, the dim light in your dog's eyes, saying he doesn’t care, he's immortal, and understands the height of the heavens, he'll get by anyway, live, laugh, love, Buddhas stumbling on greatness, ching chong ching, if you had yellow skin, it could have been any one of us, random people on the streets, your taxi driver, and the person responsible for your delivery, they could be Arhats, or Zeus, certain of his greatness, even Kyle was a knight, so many Alphas, with the same heart, it’s not a question, within each spirit is god, and if they cared, there would be greatness, your mother watches, the moonlight, and her caring spirit...

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