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Muscle and bone. Cellulite and sloth. Each weave it’s call upon the tangible form which struggles each day, each thought seeming to raise the bar yet another level. Yet the clarity, the knowledge, it brings impurity to a mind which was free from barriers, obstructed by the dagger sharp realities, the bodkins of truth nailing shut the coffin of the pure heart, the child, the dreamer. Walking in the shadow wrougth steps of Lazarus, the understanding that one spirit, one being in this cold place is alone.