The Sentient Meat Crafting illusory Identities


As we feel, think, form beliefs, our bodies explode in chills or laughter, jerks, charges at the spine and what not. As if the CALIBRE of affairs could not be contained within the bounds of the vessel. 

Furthermore, as these somatic expressions of inner narrative gain prominence, like any experience, they expand and direct us.
As I see it, towards polar orbits, either: the rise or the decline of the urge to wonder.
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