If you could wish for anything, what would it be?
If you do not know of the wish you desire, do you not know yourself?
If you do not know yourself,
are you just artlessly made up of the wishes of others?
What holds together the delicate fragments of self?
Is reality simply a dusty wish waiting to be blown away?

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