And I say to him: "Darling, you can only run away from yourself so much. Your sprinting legs will soon tire. Come with me. I will take you to nowhere. And there you will sit."
And I say to him: "Baby, all your running around is circuitous. It will not take you to where you're looking to be. Come with me. I will take you to nowhere. And there you will smile."
And I say to him: "My dear, be courageous to be with yourself. Move into yourself, as you might have moved into others. Come with me. I will take you to the promise land. It may have treasures, and it may have emptiness, but there, I promise, you will be."
The land of the promise of that which is greater that what you have. The promises are made to be broken, and those are the better kind.
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