I tell a story,
Of a ripple
In the everflowing waters
It ripples and rapples...
It flows,
It builds...
Love n darkness,
Both be forms.
Of this immortal truth
Hidden behind,
Truth revealed,
Is hidden.
It's form,
Never absolute.
But in a transition,
Of forms n thoughts.
These ever shifting dunes,
Reveal that spark hidden...
Behind.
Alone forever,
The quanta lives on.
End
Subject: Exploring the mystical nature of quanta and selfhood.
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