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You know, sometimes, when you meet somebody new and you're in a crowded place, among a bunch of friends/acquaintances and that new somebody is a friend of a friend but that somebody just says hello and you answer hello, and not another single word, barely another glance is exchanged for the rest of the time you spend together in that crowded place and you had never seen one another before, had never been aware of one another's existence or maybe a bit but ever so distantly... And yet that first single quick word and glance feels like there had been hundreds, thousands, billions of others before and that there'll be as many more afterwards... It feels so weird! To your little ego human persona. And perfectly natural to your incorruptible soul/heart. Life after death means life before birth and life without brain. Thank you. What I'm doing? Trying to listen to Lulu and the UFO on myspace! |