Thursday, February 26, 2026

Coffins

All systems are coffins.

Language. Religion. Science. Even the self. Beautiful, decorated boxes made to preserve decay. If you linger long enough inside any belief, it embalms you. That is why mystics speak in riddles and poets lie: not to deceive, but to escape the gravity of closure.

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