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ON READING MY DEAD SON'S BOOKS
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By Chid Seisay
A dark, aggressively written tale inspired by a horrendous dream I had recently.
The nature of everything...
Self is everywhere, shining forth from all beings,
Vaster than vast, subtler than most subtle,
Unreachable, yet nearer than breath, than heartbeat.
Eye cannot see it, ear cannot hear it nor tounge
Utter it; only in deep absorption can the mind,
Grown pure and silent,...
By Adam Madigan
First paragraphs of my latest novel.
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By Scott Walker
Part one of a short story that I'm working on. Cast to hell from heaven it would seem.