My consciousness moves me forward. Even against my own will. I am
just as animate and inanimate as my environment. I am never still.
Always still. Part of something greater than myself. Yet never
really part of anything at all. I am bonded to Earth. Yet I spin
along through space. With all my billions of comrades. United and
forming one vast solid yet not solid object. Wrapped and spun we are
together as one. Yet so separate. Islands divided by infinite
quantum space. Tightly packed together ethereal. - David Simpson. Poet/Philosopher. 2012.
An eternity and a universe in every moment
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