The
beauty of
it all.
Pulling
something
from
nothing.
Nurturing
the
created.
Molding it
shaping it.
The
song
the
art
the science.
All teased
from the
ether.
All born
into
existence
by
consciousness.
Withou
consciousness,
there would
be
nothing.
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