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The Miracle And Hope Of Human Consciousness Is That We Can Still Conceive Of Boundlessness.

The Risen Sun Too Bright In Her Losing Eyes.

. . . Endlessness Is A Really Strange Idea In A Universe That Is Defined By Its Endings.

As The Tide Washed In, The Dutch Tulip Man Faced The Ocean: "conjoiner Rejoinder Poisoner Concealer Revelator. Look At It, Rising Up And Rising Down, Taking Everything With It." "what’s That?" Anna Asked. "water," The Dutchman Said. "well, And Time.

I Expertly Angled My Raison Bran To Accomodate The G-forces.