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Mar 2014
You are trapped in the world.

Your vision is our vision.
You are trapped in what breathes.

.
is the meaning of our meaning.
The answer to the question is
yourself.

You are the Answer to everything.
(Everything does not matter.)

Meaning is Itself.
This is a display to amuse Itself.
Meaning is meaning.

And there is no meaning
except That which Means.

There is no "is".
"Is" is *******.
Huzzah!

You are meaning,
meaning: Be.
Or stop.


We're all blowing wind
until we stop.
Divine moments of truth.
Received Wednesday, March 29 2014ev,
approximately 11:30pm.
Misadventures of Crow
Written by
Misadventures of Crow  40/Gresham
(40/Gresham)   
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