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| All this, all of existence has happened and we are trails of existence, traces of light, etching scorches of consciousness flung from deep within an unending explosive instant. We are together remembering infinite movement in every direction. We ride in the wake of our own eyes, rippling along in a lush residue. Wordlessly and disbelieving we move our lips as we read our lives in a language we don’t understand. At the core of the explosion a heart and at the centre of the heart each other. |
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