Secret distortions arising from an unknown source on the plane. The force of centrifugal thought has caused some minds to explode, but their bodies still remain. Locked in eternal birth and development—they can’t remember their former selves. Memory is a haze but not a wipe, and they pray for a day when their old names will return. But what a beautiful blur it is! Across a thousand stony-age centuries, only to be refolded back in time that never really existed but was implicit. Destiny is like a grid plane that constantly shifts across a three part axis and you’re intersecting it in curves and vibrations, instead of going with the lines like practice. Explode: and reform…or reshape. And become that which you always were—what your heart knows you could be from the moment of self-awareness! You’re not sure where this could be, am I right? Was it inside the strange effervescence of your mother’s belly, or the moment you realized your life was meant for something more?
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