To realize that all your life - you know, all your love, all your hate, all your memory, all your pain - it was all the same thing. It was all the same dream. A dream that you had inside a locked room. A dream about being a person.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Time... you can't see it, you can't hear it, you can't weigh it, you can't measure it in a laboratory. It is a subjective sense of becoming, what we are, in stead of what we were a nanosecond ago, becoming what we will be in another nanosecond. The whole piece of time's a landscape existing, we form behind us and we move, we move through it slice by slice.
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