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May 2013
Let he who divides time understand the world is covered in numbers.
Numbers that point out that we are not in control of the spinning marble.
Marble covered in a sea of something that equals nothing.
Nothing matters at all when all is for one that connects to everything that is blacken.
Fred Kinard
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