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Emblem 045: The tree

This is that tree you may have heard about. The one that grows through the middle of everything—heaven, hell and here so it all turns together on the same axis.

Sometimes it’s a fountain, though, and rises from what you can’t see up into what’s right in plain sight. They used to call it the fountain of youth, or the water of life. You knew when you were getting closer to it because things became more interesting.

At other times it’s a relationship with someone whom you haven’t met—have you? Someone who makes you feel good. So good that you’d go anywhere to meet them, anywhere to stay with them.

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change, hope, iteration

Emblem 047 Last year’s sorrow is this year’s joy

Nothing’s finished yet. What events of the past mean to you continues to change as you change. Memories aren’t movies, and thoughts aren’t tiny objects. Everything is made of something alive, changing as it changes. Look around: the world is still being created. You have a hand in this.

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