Now and then, when one is moving quietly through such a totally devastate scene, a mind-boggling mental trip can make one feel that oneself, as an individual person, is gradually being unwound. The encompassing space is vast to the point that it turns out to be progressively hard to keep an adjusted grasp alone being. The mind swells out to fill the whole scene, winding up so diffuse in the process that one loses the capacity to keep it secured to the physical self. The sun would ascend from the eastern skyline, and cut it's way over the unfilled sky, and sink underneath the western skyline. This was the main recognizable change in our environment. What's more, in the development of the sun, I felt something I scarcely know how to name: some enormous, vast love.
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