We Are Made Of The Indestructible Stuff Of Exploding Stars , The Very Firmament We Tread Is Likewise Concocted , As Is Every , Ever Loving Thing That We Can Hope To Perceive In This Universe ..... When One Seeks To Pick A Thing Up , One Finds It Is Connected To Everything Else ..... Our Mind Can Go To Places Our Bodies Cannot Follow ..... And Yet , We Are Not Our Minds .... We Are Not Our Bodies ...... We Are The Void Within The Bowl , We Are The Space Between The Pauses ... We Are The Enigma Wrapped In The Mystery , We Are The Key To The Lock , We Are The Gate To The Garden ...... We Are The Status Driven Primate On The Cusp ......
Posted on: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 08:58:32 +0000
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