Form that we sense is perceived and created by our senses alone, therefore the forms are limited by such.
Your soul is data.
Where I am not, I am there.
The frame can show you a truth but is also a liar, it is a focus and a crop, a direction and misdirection, a microcosm of the cosmos, a snapshot of r...
Life is hard enough, why do we also need to go to war?
Man's significance is limited by it's senses.
There is nothing, only bias.
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