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I always thought truth needed to be let out, manifested, represented.
I understand now.
Don't go banging for the truth; the truth can speak for itself.
When?
When you stop making a ruckus banging on doors, prying beneath, and chasing after it.
But even then you might not understand what it is saying, or why it's saying what it's saying.
Then when?
You'll know it when it happens.
I finally watched Casablanca, I rewinded to watch the last scene again once it ended. I finished the film at around 4am yesterday, and it felt so good to go to bed with it on my mind. There's definitely something about it, more about that next time.
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