You are trapped in the world.
Your vision is our vision.
You are trapped in what breathes.
.
is the meaning of our meaning.
The answer to the question is
yourself.
You are the Answer to everything.
(Everything does not matter.)
Meaning is Itself.
This is a display to amuse Itself.
Meaning is meaning.
And there is no meaning
except That which Means.
There is no "is".
"Is" is ************
Huzzah!
You are meaning,
meaning: *Be.
Or stop.*
We're all blowing wind
until we stop.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 7:52 PM UTC
You are trapped in the world.
Your vision is our vision.
You are trapped in what breathes.
.
is the meaning of our meaning.
The answer to the question is
yourself.
You are the Answer to everything.
(Everything does not matter.)
Meaning is Itself.
This is a display to amuse Itself.
Meaning is meaning.
And there is no meaning
except That which Means.
There is no "is".
"Is" is ************
Huzzah!
You are meaning,
meaning: *Be.
Or stop.*
We're all blowing wind
until we stop.
Divine moments of truth.
Received Wednesday, March 29 2014ev,
approximately 11:30pm.
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