waiting, wondering, wandering. i never was moved by the nature of nature, by peace, grass, stars or suns. whats one meadow at dawn, when i could have a thousand suns, or watts or joules; a myriad of universes, spanning atoms - me, myself, and i. always in dialogue, in transition, dancing on a razor's edge. "so much urgency. a lot of your
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how they feed the stems to growth and how finally they reach consciousness to blossom
and take their rightful place among the unsuspecting feelings and thoughts of inner-stellar universes,
surprising and enriching, is it not?
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