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>It is the century of the displaced person. How to survive your own time and space on a tiny spec of dust whirling out of control. Where is the grounding, apparently so common among the common? The sea, the vast sea has no point of reference for comfort or direction. The floating motion is all that is and all that will ever be. Now I know what infinity feels like, it is like nothing yet encompasses everything. “The beauty and the madness”. The shapes I have taken and the selves I have been.
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To make contact with something, like a parallel universe opening up for a glimpse of quantum physics in action. On the verge of something, a mystery surrounded in gauze, something was beginning to unwind. Striped down to only the essentials, the humanoid is opened to the universal truth hidden within. To see without the complications of seeing the natural current flows towards the underground.
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