We are the last ones to "get it." All else, from the subatomic to the metagalactic, is in interflow. We hang on, like a pit bull on a stick, fearful of losing our self-appointed place as Masters of the Universe. We refuse to open to the existing cosmocracy. What will happen to our precious self-reflecting identity? We resist, re-cyst, become a cyst again and again.
Pen-Ultimate
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