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Mar 2017
Beyond our milky way whats there.

Black is the summary, of all space it's tinted with the sun.

So how is there black.

Black is said to be pure creation, right so as birds and planes are full of flight.

We are here spining on a tilted axis.

And have yet to discover the all of its being.

If a simulation, is pure and high grade depition.

Reason of war, our experience is surprisingly devoted to evolution.

If doors didn't have henge would they be so useable.

Some what confusional I know this is.

With schedule being made and projections of completion becoming done.

We all are organized and fit to handle any task.

Achive we strive to ring the bell at the highest climb.

If all was made and designed what's the fun in the vines.

Optical illusion, the eye's can not figure out.

Why is five colors in different contrast make the eye see shapes.

Oh now two, dimensional objects weave threw space huge compared to 3d.

See in space out of gravity and radiation belts.

Sizes of objects get super sized.

There is no time, no limits no occupation.

In space of all concepts.
Space reality what is it.
Written by
Timothy hill  Ny
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