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Walking down a corridor as dark as blindness, But for a flickering source of illumination. In these moments devoid of visual information Alone with my thoughts. I think... Maybe the universe (It) exists intermittently. Ceasing to be amidst states of being. Maybe this cantor dust reality Wears a façade of continuum. I shall never know. For such knowledge demands My presence in Its absence. Which shall never be For both in absence and presence I and It are one. Here I slip through the web. strands morphing, Splitting into alternate narratives, Knotting into irresolvable chaos. Back once again in the dark corridor. Maybe I'll catch a loose strand   The next time I walk down A corridor as dark as blindness, But for a flickering source of illumination.
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
Epiphany in the corridor
Walking down a corridor as dark as blindness, But for a flickering source of illumination. In these moments devoid of visual information Alone with my thoughts. I think... Maybe the universe (It) exists intermittently. Ceasing to be amidst states of being. Maybe this cantor dust reality Wears a façade of continuum. I shall never know. For such knowledge demands My presence in Its absence. Which shall never be For both in absence and presence I and It are one. Here I slip through the web. strands morphing, Splitting into alternate narratives, Knotting into irresolvable chaos. Back once again in the dark corridor. Maybe I'll catch a loose strand   The next time I walk down A corridor as dark as blindness, But for a flickering source of illumination.
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
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