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Nov 2010
Time is a grand illusion and so is its companion space
one can't ever do without the other or take its place.
They both appear to hang in the void of non-being
where the end product is this universe we're seeing.
From "The Quatrains" - ongoing writings since early '90's
Written by
George Krokos  73/M/Melbourne, Victoria, Aust
(73/M/Melbourne, Victoria, Aust)   
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