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All Else Turns to Dust By TWOH All else turns to dust, but brokenness persists . . . Beyond the material, Into the ethereal, Within the eternal. To love is to be broken, a thousand times a thousand times a thousand. Observe the broken back of human dignity, The broken heart of human charity, The broken spirit of human authenticity. All else turns to dust, but brokenness persists. To love is to be broken, a thousand times a thousand times a thousand. All deceits and distortions, All slights and harms, All prides and triumphs: All these turn to dust, but brokenness persists. To love is to be broken, a thousand times a thousand times a thousand. And brokenness persists . . . Beyond the material, Into the ethereal, Within the eternal. To love is to be broken, a thousand times a thousand times a thousand. Observe the broken back of human dignity, The broken heart of human charity, The broken spirit of human authenticity. All else turns to dust, but brokenness persists. To love is to be broken, a thousand times a thousand times a thousand. All busyness and distractions, All bitterness and refractions, All maneuvers and contortions: All these turn to dust, but brokenness persists. To love is to be broken, a thousand times a thousand times a thousand. And brokenness persists . . . Beyond the material, Into the ethereal, Within the eternal. To love is to be broken, a thousand times a thousand times a thousand. Brokenness persists to open human souls to love—all else turns to dust. This is The Work of Happiness. Kindred spirits, please share this far and wide.