…….Are we the projector or the image projected, where are the lines drawn, are our dimensions torn or connected, is it some sort of subconscious or conscious amnesia going on, an innate knowledge we seek to ignore, is the universe the sum total of our imagination, if it is, then there’s nothing to explore, all of our creations would be a bore, claustrophobia with no door, we hide who we are and keep it away from our core, what’s a magician to do, when he’s in the audience as well as on stage, awaiting an encore.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 25th, 2024 12:09
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