Follow the descending line.
I exist to follow truthfulness.
I’m here with my motorcycle helmet by my side
Able to eat a slice of chess pie
In a town called Snow Camp
North Carolina.
If there is only one path, why am I here, I asked.
Truth is right here, in this diner, today.
Truth exists in stillness,
In fire before the match is struck,
In a pond on a cool morning,
In thunder buried deep within a mountain.
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