It can be said that the universe is living and breathing through me. Even though my mind works too slowly to see the dfference, I am not the same person after I return from my billion journeys into the void. I am an expression of everything in existence. My body and the universe come from the same source, obey the same rhythms, flash with the same storms of slectromagnetic activity. My body cannot afford to argue over who created the universe.
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