Lost in my thought, the heart of the process. Hold to the flax, not yet to be worn. By destiny or by chance intended or unplanned
Null to the ruse, proves subject to scorn.
Chrysalis, gelatinous mess. A Domestic puree. Metamorphosis. Remolding the soul to the brain.
No god exists, aside from all the cognitivity combined. Its all we are.
And through a grid aligned, we un-restrict our limits of space and time, evolving on.
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