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When I looked at my clock this morning it said 9:11. Funny how you start to notice things The significance a memory can bring To the way you see the world Around you. We don't need encouraging To think the world is full of signs Put there for Us to read. We are greedy In our inference. We tease sense out of the jigsaw Of existence for our minds to turn over And over And over. To play with and Question 'Is this what this is?'
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
Induction
When I looked at my clock this morning it said 9:11. Funny how you start to notice things The significance a memory can bring To the way you see the world Around you. We don't need encouraging To think the world is full of signs Put there for Us to read. We are greedy In our inference. We tease sense out of the jigsaw Of existence for our minds to turn over And over And over. To play with and Question 'Is this what this is?'
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
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