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articles and waves, soul division, impossible.

11/13/2018

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There is nothing
No thing HOW?
There is something
Some thing NOW!
There is nothing so beautiful as the way your eyes shine into mine when we are rousing ourselves from dreams, to dream this day.
What brought us here?
Some newtonian motion, pushing us about like marbles..
Colliding into each other.
An invisible hand that guides us?​

No.
Cosmic forces.
We are cliche, blind ships sailing.
Ocean wailing, cosmic waves and wind that propels us onward into the darkness of space.
That vacuum of infinity sparkling above us when we all lie down at night, hiding ourselves under roofs and shining bright lights to illuminate the darkness and mask the infinite sky from our collectives.
We climb mountains to face the night, to remember the facts.
We are impossibly stuck to a rock that is falling through space.
And I'm here on the internet now, remembering a night that has passed like a dream..
Spilling it out of my head, onto this screen, to share this dream..
To broadcast this dream, to shoot it to space and have it bounce back down to you.
Whoever you are.
​We are colliding.

Dr. Sillisigh Byn

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Samuel Tillman
12/29/2018 02:02:45 pm

I must start by saying I know that this was not plagiarized - bear with me please.

I read this once over and it resonated so deeply and truly with me that the taste it left in my head was Hafiz through-and-through. I felt that I'd read this sentiment before, almost thought-for-thought. I thumbed through about five books, two of Hafiz and three of Rumi, and near the end of the fifth I was struck with laughter - some typical verse about searching for the backs of my eyelids or something thereabouts.

My point being, Doctor, this is wonderfully authentic in a way that defies reason. You not only speak the language, you sing in their voice my friend - thank you for the song!

You are John Mayer playing with Dead & Company, something that transcends a single miracle...

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