on into the void he flies.
unafraid.
there is nothing in mere absence that might cow him.
or loneliness.
or the lack of maps or charts.
for he is his own path.
he sees by his own light.
we watch him from a great distance.
from a vantage point no less subjective, no less absolute.
and so it´s hard to tell whether he imposes himself on the emptiness...
or becames it.
unafraid.
there is nothing in mere absence that might cow him.
or loneliness.
or the lack of maps or charts.
for he is his own path.
he sees by his own light.
we watch him from a great distance.
from a vantage point no less subjective, no less absolute.
and so it´s hard to tell whether he imposes himself on the emptiness...
or becames it.
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I'll start reading tomorrow just because of the last sentence... Very cool.
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