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Separate birth and death to show your soul’s temporal nature. Early one morning, I stepped outside my trailer, convincing those parked nearby to go on a road trip, or at least… that was the word in the RV Park. At the time, I gave my word and the word was with me. Quite pleased with myself, I then drove my Airstream Eastward, while light filled the eyes of the drivers in line. Rays streamed around the shell of my Airstream from the sun ahead, and the sound of my words being broadcast on the CB radio vibrated with an energy that glowed in every color in the Tequila Sunrise. The radiance from the horizon was the light of the world I created, so that all who caravan’d behind me believed their R.V’s were solid. ‘Surely, only where light was found could there be promise, hope, and new experiences’ we thought. But as I drove, the vibration of the road filled my body. Soon, a vision of clarity sideswiped… ‘All we ever saw were silhouettes.’ Understand? Truly, your trailer needs a rig to pull it, like birth needs death. Disconnect the two and your temporal soul becomes clear. Drive into Airstream Tao