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We shape our minds, bodies and spirits to be the instruments that can carry us to our visions.
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We are but grist. Shifting sands. Tiny cogs in the cosmic clock.
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Our wheels become out journeys, then once again they become our dreams.
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Our wishes merge to create and destroy whole worlds.
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You are at the center of the sphere, the nucleus, the seed; a complete circle.
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The ride of your life... the ride is your life.
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As soon as we experience desire and act in the world to achieve it, we create a wheel and give it a spin.
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We feed the wheel with out sweat, our passion, and with our souls.
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The greater the passion, the harder we turn.
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You control the game. The choice is yours, and yet not.
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