I know I love the world. I hate how it is mistreated, the illusions and delusions we confuse for being the world itself. Maybe I am too attached to being the Good Witch of the East, but I just don’t believe the world is an inherently evil place. But I don’t believe it to be an inherently good one, either. I believe the world is inherently beautiful because it is some never-ending swirl of both good and bad, so intricate that when you look closely enough the origin of their links become indiscernible.
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