The book of everythingIn the centre of everything was the book of everything. The pages dense with text: the universal imperetive. The walls around and floors under, objects behaving, in games or observation, green hills over brown earth, a process resigned to the distance, all began to clear. I saw design that must lie beyond their bounds, and then beyond those further,The book of everything
until my place became the inside of everything, equivalence inside the book, the world it defined, now transparent as a display case of glassware.
Along the way to wakefulness, I saw that there was no book, I had not read it
| What day is this? Might be Sunday? Ok, good. Occasional photographer, slightly less infrequent musician, relocating from zooomr to be among the beautiful people of DA. |
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Human is a being which smiles.
Give me that smile.
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Human is a being which smiles.
Give me that smile.
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imma real boy!
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Jede Katze ist ein Meisterwerk - Leonardo Da Vinci
私は日本語を勉強します｡
I eat art thieves with Nutella.
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INSHINFROGART
Indecision may or may not be my problem
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