'In this God-awful mess of waiting for 'self' to subside, it comes to me that everything is (in its way) the mere reflecting of that scattered and shattering form of mass we recognize as space/time in some supposed irretrievability of form and image. Nothing much to be done but to part from that idea and - leaving it behind - alight to a new and second creation; one of unlimited possibility and shape and form, all together.' 
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