“Focus allowed me to look farther time in his face, and strong genes resembled a blueprint, and his reflective properties that somehow read me moments instantly. Puzzling the pixels in order of sequence, where past, present, and future are nameless, and now seem to only make sense. Epiphany, that brief moment of clarity, déjà vu do where everything is understood, bound in a spell of life’s witchery. The steady pulse emanating from a heartbeat, illuminating this crystallized orb, transfixed to quantum leaps and sorcery. See, time is just one’s frame of mind and space that blank canvas in which life paints its image on. Wisdom helps us develop the discipline needed to piece together the portrait. Perception is a faulty paintbrush veiled in chem-trails. Ancient of days.”
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