Cassandra told her truth in the ways of the ancients, in the words of metaphor, in the multilayered way of the storyteller.
When we stop conflations as societies & storytellers when we see that everyone is a unique and beautiful recipe, divine and soulful. Then we will see that there are no groups at all. And when we are individualised in the right way, with great love and unconditional acceptance, we will become one humanity, peaceful, inclusive and capable of sustainability.
The candle flickers, briefly showing Sandeep. I can't see laughter in his eyes or a smile twitching at his lips. Instead he appears skeletal, deranged. His sockets lie as inky pools, the weak yellow glow only illuminating enough to make him more spooky than blackness alone could ever be. I know this is his idea of fun, and perhaps it will be. His halloween stories are legendary.
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