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I dreamt that I fought the universe; the whole thing smashed away into colored glass that coalesced into sights no one could ever imagine; and then I knew, somehow, how you felt, what you were thinking, and why you do the things you do. Filled with knowledge, I was beyond the reach of the sun and the stars and far beyond faith, reaching my hand toward something greater than all of these things. I knew, and I existed, to imbue substance into the spaces in between the particle and the wave, adding movement to light. Words and mystery had no meaning. I watched as the colored glass continued to transform in my mind until a drop of rain from the heavens collided with my consciousness and my transcendent illusions fell away into the darkness of the void, where all things will one day return. Again steeped in the glue of predetermined limits, again mired and measured solely through the few minor and fleeting victories and ascensions beyond non-memory that I have acquired in the wet and ethereal spaces near to my dreams, I somehow managed to smile.
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And I was imbued by your beautiful words.
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Sheilanova, 11:17 AM
Sheilanova, 11:17 AM
