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The sharpest intellect cannot pierce the screen; the fabric remains but a hair's breadth away. To pursue brings endless folly; to remain brings more of the same. You've been atop the highest pole. You've stood tip-toed, and stretched. But can you return to the modern world and still maintain your breath?
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Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 7:29 AM UTC
Ephemerality
The sharpest intellect cannot pierce the screen; the fabric remains but a hair's breadth away. To pursue brings endless folly; to remain brings more of the same. You've been atop the highest pole. You've stood tip-toed, and stretched. But can you return to the modern world and still maintain your breath?
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Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 7:29 AM UTC
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