We converge to a common belief of life and build ourselves, shaping everything we can possibly shape around us. But in all this breaking and making, all we are able to retain is a breath at a time.
In form and existence, a soul is always evolving, moving, turning and departing.
In form and belief, when an individual clears itself off its strife to a point of realization of oneness with any or a specific verse, it establishes its soul. The comprehensions, wills and dissolution of these souls are fated to our mere interactions and conversation.
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