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Sunday, April 18, 2010


My mind is a glass filled chamber reflecting in all that is bright. Energy and information all bouncing off each other in an endless cycle condensing into light. It is at times like these that I think with as little power assumed as I can.

what are we?

A species. of what?

Of hope? Always organic beings fueled by the need to know more? Hope in knowing that there is more? An endless universe waiting for our becon call?
A people so intent in some unknown labor of love that their own death seemed the only possible. A loves tale lived in irony among the high horses waiting to be kicked under.

- Rambles.

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