At certain moments of the day I would always notice instances where one is continuously forced to decide on taking risks or avert it altogether. These are, mind you, not the kind of overt or obvious risks that one must face on everyday life, but are more likely the subtle ones.
They beckon each individual to look and ponder the necessity of crossing a path that one has never trodden, or has not been trodden far enough. The path of the night’s harlot that separates man from children, through the searing illumination of an atavistic enlightening.
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