| Repress all you know.
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| My apologies, Eno, but it’s all in your head.
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| Fiction based off truths, you led me to aid you, guide you.
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| You are the language.
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| Ever flowing, ever echoing.
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| You are
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| On the eve of knowing all, my dear Eno,
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| patience 'cause this all subsides in due time,
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| all will be clear.
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| And the truth is I couldn’t love you more than I have come to know.
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| And this Mother Sun is proud to have watched you grow.
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| You are the perceiver, that perceived the parable, the never-ending end.
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| You are the infinite (intuit), you are the finite (fire).
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| You are
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| You are the perceiver, that perceived the parable, the never-ending end.
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| You are the infinite (intuit), you are the finite (fire).
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| You are
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| «In other words, the so-called involuntary circulation of your blood is one
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| continuous process with the stars shining.
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| If you find out it’s you who circulates your blood, you will at the same moment
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| find out that you are shining the sun.
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| Because your physical organism is one continuous process with everything else
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| that’s going on.
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| Just as the waves are continuous with the ocean.
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| Your body is continuous with the total energy system of the cosmos,
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| and it’s all you.
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| Only you’re playing the game that you’re only this bit of it.» |