IT IS AS IF THE MILKY WAY ENTERED UPON SOME COSMIC DANCE. SWIFTLY THE BRAIN BECOMES AN ENCHANTED LOOM, WHERE MILLIONS OF FLASHING SHUTTLES WEAVE A DISSOLVING PATTERN, ALWAYS A MEANINGFUL PATTERN THOUGH NEVER AN ABIDING ONE; A SHIFTING HARMONY OF SUBPATTERNS.
Fall on your knees; Oh, hear the angel voices!
THE MAN WHO'S TEACHING ME TO BE MORE CURIOUS.
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