Where
humanity
lives.
Neurons.
Synapses.
Electrical
flows.
Bundle
of gray.
Take
a look
under
the hood.
What
is seen?
Everything.
Where a
universe
resides.
This is
you.
This is
me.
The
brain is
possibly
a receiver.
Like a
radio.
Tuning
into the
essence
of creation.
Where
we all
truly
reside.
A receiver
uniquely
tuned
to call
in your
soul.
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Author:
E.J. Waling (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 11th, 2026 06:41
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Test the spirit's.
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