Our basic instinct is to survive,
Hunt rather than be preyed upon,
To hoard supplies for a rainy day,
Fear the unknown, move in packs,
Yet, the wise say,
Fear not the unknown,
On this narrow path to the divine,
The sublime, you walk alone,
The climb is steep carry no load,
In spirit, the world is alike,
The hunter and its quarry,
A mere occurrence to amuse both sides,
‘Maya and Mithya’,
Duality, illusion, untruth,
Form the quantum filed of the absolute.
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