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when I turn my head and look at things sideways Consider the edge of light and dark mathmatically an asymptote approaching infinity vis a vis the starlight I see on a clear night, so real and clearly now, is the past, actually, someday when it crossed milions of light years, to be in my telescope, The closest I can be to now, is a memory when I percept it. On a daylight, I think might, my real no matter how fast or hard I try to be in it, is a past forever.
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
crystal clarity
when I turn my head and look at things sideways Consider the edge of light and dark mathmatically an asymptote approaching infinity vis a vis the starlight I see on a clear night, so real and clearly now, is the past, actually, someday when it crossed milions of light years, to be in my telescope, The closest I can be to now, is a memory when I percept it. On a daylight, I think might, my real no matter how fast or hard I try to be in it, is a past forever.
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
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