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GOD A bowl half full a spoon for measure dips into and takes division for pleasure The soups environment both spoon and bowl same as the universe relatively so Reality beckons an environmental flaw having never even existed possibly at all thoughts derived environment like the grids on a map take it all away you’re left with the exact Define then to me if you found it to be the environment fictitious what that would mean If reality is then all soup the soup never divided if then we are the soup Why aren’t we reminded?
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
GOD
GOD A bowl half full a spoon for measure dips into and takes division for pleasure The soups environment both spoon and bowl same as the universe relatively so Reality beckons an environmental flaw having never even existed possibly at all thoughts derived environment like the grids on a map take it all away you’re left with the exact Define then to me if you found it to be the environment fictitious what that would mean If reality is then all soup the soup never divided if then we are the soup Why aren’t we reminded?
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
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