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Dear Heart,

Today, I observed the melting of ice and I thought I should let you know that the ice around you, likewise, can thaw.  I feel you faintly beating.  Don't you know the power that you possess within can radiate enough heat to cause the ice to fall off?  It's there.  I know it is.  The question is, do you have the momentum to generate new energy?  Is it even something you need to generate?

You beat all on your own.  Only through death is the life energy depleted from what you put into circulation.  Are you seriously dead?  Is this the feeling of the undead?  Moving forward and not even knowing all the souls consumed by this internal virus?  It is rather ironic that I could even put the words "feeling" and "undead " in the same sentence.  Do the undead even feel?  If the undead have no control of any action, the undead have no control of any thought.  Thought is stirred by feeling and feeling is stimulated by the impression of external things upon the living faculties that make up this organism that you ...oh heart ...are the center of.

How, then, can you even think that you haven't the ability to regenerate the energy to thaw yourself out?  Nothing can truly ever stop you except death itself.  If you keep going on like this as if you somehow possess yourself and there's nothing more, you could drive yourself into the dirt.  Is that what you want?  I don't think it is.  Oh heart, don't hide!  See all that you have endured.  You think this ice is capable of suppressing you?  It's not.  See your potential!

This is not the end so quit listening to those who have shut off the light at the end of their own tunnels.  You can do this.  I believe in you.  Light in the darkness.  See how it can radiate and fan the flames for all those around who have checked out.  If not for others, at least do this for yourself.  Who can ever fully check out?  The inner workings of the heart are unseen by the naked eye.  You know what you need; so rise, my friend.  Let the light burn!

Sincerely,

Mind


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