esoteric ; understood by a chosen few. . I feel it rising inside me every time my eyes catch a glimpse of it; that familiar sensation of longing that has, over time, seemed to have become a part of myself. It is there, right in front of me; and out of instinct my fingers find their way towards it. Only thing is, they stop. It is like some invisible magic is shielding it not only from my touch, but from the burning desire that resides in my soul to acquire it and the unfathomable angst that burns in it for not being able to do so. I look at it, shining with all the secrets it guards; I look at my hands, wondering why the tips of my fingers end where they do; and, I look at the sky, shining with all its infinite mysteries. And, I surrender to it. [ Highest rank; #2 in ambiguity; #3 in esoteric ; #27 in psychology; # 72 in philosophy ]
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