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Film Reels

There are occasions when time moves like a placid ocean, lilting lazily, in slow motion as your brain recruits the many centers needed to jot down- each stimulus, each wave of light, each smell and every single sound.


But there’s another condition, and this was it, things move in quite the opposite, where brain has won the race and waits for you to join the scene. And somehow, I’ll never know just why my mind knew what was on that screen.


The Answer, it told me, that’s what was playing, the film of Truth, of Everything.

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