Matter manipulated by the lightest touch of all. Thought.
Function equal hand and mind. • Mox
Thoughts meander easy out of stray. Mind travels quirking memory threads instant to the spot as lightning from a sky. Mirror we each other’s thoughts; thoughts not telling difference we mapped or we mirrored. Cloud’s thoughts glide my way dimlike meaning memory clouds if want.
Mind sorts itself by different means, by mirrors clouds and threads of all.
Conscious imagine us somethings anythings multitudes a world only humans know of. All day awake. Resting sleeping unaware cleansing neurons celles restructs and smoothens our memories. At best phenomenal creativity. Consciousness unconscious as one.
Life in constant hallucination in our minds. Cascades windling threads through synapses alone, make world real. Mimicking world in language animal incapable of.
Let me tell.
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MIRRORS CLOUDS and TREADS
To be continued and iterated..