How can we expect peace when outside us are billions of years of violence?

My life was cut short. Now I am a constellation.

We pour out like sand: heavy, harsh and uniform.

I left my body for gleaming dust.
The world was too weighty;
Now I’m just a star to be looked at.




Founder of BrightID

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C. Adam Stallard

C. Adam Stallard

Founder of BrightID

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