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the reality is that there are an infinite number of modes of apprehension. Time and space are just two of them.
All the metaphors in this world wouldn’t scratch the surface of what stepping into darkness is like for me.
But I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: kneecaps only exist to get hit with claw-hammers; grace only exists to be fallen from.
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ad nauseam, ad infinitum.
