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My innocence was built on faith in goodness. In karma. A just universe. In that Ram Dass kind of beautiful dance.

A starving-and-believing-love-would-be-enough-sustenance kind of illusion.

So when he hurt me the stars in my eyes were too bright.

So when he told me that good and evil were the same: I believed him.