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Our brains are like VHS tapes. No, not in that they are obsolete (yet), but in that they are capable of working only in a

𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦, Of 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘦 Live 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘕𝘰 𝘢𝘹𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 you 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 Neither longitude nor latitude

The hermit on the hill – And so the hermit sat upon the mountain top for ages. That’s what the people said. For years and

Artists and philosophers abhor that which they merely see, or merely hear, or merely feel. In abject denial of things as they seem to be,

We are all cataloged. And cross cataloged. Like books in a library. We are men or women or in-betweens, we are Hindus or Christians or

I am more Than what you see I am more Than What I say I am more Than What you think Who I am I

Does it matter? Does it not matter?  If the world is just a darn simulation, and we are merely playing our parts, a darn show

Thank you to every child that birthed a mother  the moment it implanted, a placental tunnel into her soul.  Long before the no’s of terrible