In moments like these a magnificently curved fragment of a sphere that enveloped the planet appeared in front of her eyes, so very close; the sphere was pearly-gray, the color of smoke, and it teemed with ideas and meanings, images, bits and whole impressions. All was accidental and all was interdependent, and it seemed that all she needed to do was to reach for a fresh meaning, grab it, process it, comprehend it—and everything would change. The world would change. This is where geniuses scoop up their ideas, Sasha thought, almost without envy. They don’t understand how it works, they rely on
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