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Delicious indifference.

what i create begins from a primordial neutrality, a benign malleability that remains untouched though thoroughly plausible as energy, to implement in the creation of internal dimensions… we are a god of a sort that cannot know true power, which is to say that those dimensions already at conflict inside of our consciousness, all of those both collective and individual distances somewhere deep… returning to the fountain of inspired wishes to oppose a proposed antidote made from youth, at least that repose of innocence and bliss free of constraint, but at what point does even the word become a proposed distraction away from what yet needs be done?… the minor contentment achieves nothing that was not already there… there so few words in the language of english to spin as fine a thread around the issue of losing it, few ways definite to prevent the triggers that subdue the mortal man, and few known absolute enemies to fuel this doubt…

Thanks, khet.