Real sincerity–it’s a rarity.
Really sincere? Rarely here…
The few who have it, they shine out like a lamp in a coal mine. Real sincerity, in myself–hard to get to because self-sincerity, self seeing, has got to come first. Otherwise I’m all self-image. I’m living a story I tell myself, a protective fantasy.
It got me a ways but not to real sincerity. It’s not freedom, living that made-up story.
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