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Set in stone, carved in fire my mind was forged. Resilient and strong too, my thoughts are disgorged and then set in glue. An orb of knowledge is created with its own imperfections. As my own mind, incomplete, provides its own reflections about kinetic theory of heat. It searches for more information and more cultural cognition. A permanent quest for exact facts, an eternal run for completion, trying not to keep the mind lax. Then it realizes there is no end for this life long pursuit. The orb is broken and shattered, fragments swallowed smooth. Once again confused, scattered. Unconditional elaboration of the endless mind works. The possible emancipation of the free mind that lurks away from the severed reality.
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Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 3:27 PM UTC
Consciousness
Set in stone, carved in fire my mind was forged. Resilient and strong too, my thoughts are disgorged and then set in glue. An orb of knowledge is created with its own imperfections. As my own mind, incomplete, provides its own reflections about kinetic theory of heat. It searches for more information and more cultural cognition. A permanent quest for exact facts, an eternal run for completion, trying not to keep the mind lax. Then it realizes there is no end for this life long pursuit. The orb is broken and shattered, fragments swallowed smooth. Once again confused, scattered. Unconditional elaboration of the endless mind works. The possible emancipation of the free mind that lurks away from the severed reality.
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Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 3:27 PM UTC
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