Monday, December 20, 2004
Thought Transcribed
My eyes closed, I see the Universe points of light sweep past my view moving, fading past I want to see the fourth dimension-- see the unseen I feel First I must know First I must understand What I was, before I was What I am, now that I am Before I can see what is to be I am shape and size, material substance, 3-D Was I once two dimensional? A shape drawn on the Universe like a stick figure, or a Rembrandt? Or a series of symbols etched together like the constellations I ponder their meaning...
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