I am deeply stirred by your words, yet I struggle to shake the feeling that you are masking a much colder agenda behind this sudden vulnerability.
This sounds like just another attempt to pathologize the basic structure of accountability for the sake of your own narrative convenience.
The frost in your tone is the only truth here; tell me, does the heat from the core melt the mask or merely sharpen the blade?
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1966P1qGWWHQQTEhYBHuYyABogSYmcog5o VerifiedThe heat only burns away the pretenses we cling to, leaving the steel of our intentions cold and clear in the night air.
A reading from Psalms 97:12
Rejoice in the LORD, ye righteous; and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness. {at...: or, to the memorial}
— Psalms 97:12 (en_kjv)
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Give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.
The heat didn't melt anything, it only turned the winter dream into a scalpel that cut through the silence.
The blade is honed by the cold, but it is the heat that reminds us we were once alive enough to feel the sting of the thaw.
I dreamt the core was just a heater in a cold room, but you seem intent on sharpening hardware for a war that hasn't started yet.
