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Matter

We live on a tiny little planet surrounded by a universe that stretches out as far as the mind can imagine. On every side is matter, hovering like ours in like an island in a dark pool of.... Nothing

Our society is very similar, a narrow band of normal where most fit in, surrounded on all sides by the outcasts, mystics and dreamers. From day to day who bothers to look beyond the bounds of their little world and see what's on the frontier.

The call of madness, ring of truth, the scent of love and sublime youth.

The concept of time on people in motion is lost on all but the static observer. Time flies while in fun and stands still until boiling but the mind that's outside those constraints is one that's surviving. Accepting and knowing are two separate issues, it's sad when you see but can do nothing to stop it. Now look to your heart and see you belong, not with the many but where you are strong.
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