One is ever oneself.
One cannot not be oneself.
There is only reality.
The unreal never is.
There is no need for philosophy,
there is no need to know what choice is best,
because there is only one choice:
the one which is chosen.
And yet it happens,
because it cannot be otherwise,
since our sight is our very blindness.
And Ouroboros will keep on eating its tail.
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