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spread over with fresh cork linoleum in checkered patterns of the spirit, micro engraved to contain everything you will ever need to know and more if only you could just get there first.
Throb of fetal darkness and pink light, you are not the only one to jump in the face of the first quivering creature. Don't slink back along your mud flats scraping out survivorship by claw. Vestigial brain, cool and hungry, chewing tails, relax, let the scaly ones break loose.
Rise to the light of the new brain as parishioners of the Neo-cortex. No need to roam the earth in rags. Welcome everyday truth and oneness, computer, Zen tool of dizziness, like air, like the first comprehension of Christendom, a gothic dimension surpassing the invention of stained glass, endless windows of light through windows of light-through.
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