Day 23

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There is no spoon.
There is no spoon. There is no spoon. There is no spoon. There is no spoon. There is no spoon. There is no spoon. There is no spoon. There is no spoon. There is no spoon. There is no spoon.


There is no spoon.













(Disclaimer: This is the part in the movie 
where the hero figures out that he can change 
everything around him because he's not 
bound by the rules of his present circumstances.
This is not a Christian film.
This is not an approval of a non-Christian film.
This is simply a metaphor for a personal epiphany. 
There are no problems in my life to which solutions do not exist.
The end.)

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