In an infinite universe, you are an infinite mystery
You are a hypercube, a pan dimensional entity with the possibility of never ending invisible sides
You are a tiger chasing its tail
You are a strand in the translucent fabric of reality
You are my friend, my enemy, my lover, my family
You are a stranger
You are a symbol, a code to convey a message
You are God
You are nothing
You were born to die but will never cease to exist
You are a microbiome, a world, a home
You are the sum of your parts
You are not meant to be understood
You are a unique copy
You are a paradox
You are a tool created by the cosmos for which to understand itself
You are we
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC
In an infinite universe, you are an infinite mystery
You are a hypercube, a pan dimensional entity with the possibility of never ending invisible sides
You are a tiger chasing its tail
You are a strand in the translucent fabric of reality
You are my friend, my enemy, my lover, my family
You are a stranger
You are a symbol, a code to convey a message
You are God
You are nothing
You were born to die but will never cease to exist
You are a microbiome, a world, a home
You are the sum of your parts
You are not meant to be understood
You are a unique copy
You are a paradox
You are a tool created by the cosmos for which to understand itself
You are we
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