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Think of a speck. Is it of dust? Perhaps something else? Maybe it is a being, a microorganism shaped like nothing. Imagine that it exists within an unbound expanding and imploding space, one that transforms countless times in each infinitesimal unit of a moment. Now, wonder if our speck is also such a space, holding something. For this being or non-being, substitute any and all imagery; worms, balloons, the depths of a star-studded universe, and so on. Finally, place it inside your head. Then, you might come close.
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Feb 24, 2024
Feb 24, 2024 at 12:59 AM UTC
sleepless space travel
Think of a speck. Is it of dust? Perhaps something else? Maybe it is a being, a microorganism shaped like nothing. Imagine that it exists within an unbound expanding and imploding space, one that transforms countless times in each infinitesimal unit of a moment. Now, wonder if our speck is also such a space, holding something. For this being or non-being, substitute any and all imagery; worms, balloons, the depths of a star-studded universe, and so on. Finally, place it inside your head. Then, you might come close.
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M/Pakistan
Feb 24, 2024
Feb 24, 2024 at 12:59 AM UTC
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