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Torn between a hundred mindsets, never resting on one. See-sawing back and forth, swinging high and low. Spinning on the roundabout, experiencing a thousand views and one. There's no black and white. Who would want to see in such binary vision when the multitudinous colours are incomprehensibly twisted and ugly and so rich and beautiful? Duality? Quadrupality? Infinitality.
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 5:10 PM UTC
Perception
Torn between a hundred mindsets, never resting on one. See-sawing back and forth, swinging high and low. Spinning on the roundabout, experiencing a thousand views and one. There's no black and white. Who would want to see in such binary vision when the multitudinous colours are incomprehensibly twisted and ugly and so rich and beautiful? Duality? Quadrupality? Infinitality.
max-watt
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 5:10 PM UTC
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