Jolt to my senses. Place the complete machinery focused on the pursuit of the unknown. That's what there is no recipe, which is not conducive to a busy road, for which no home, no religion, for which no order or hierarchy, and has never been cataloged. No dictionary definition, has no opposite, or paronym. I speak not of invention ... I talk about perception. The answers are for the search. Time is not mine, I have taken by force, I am a squatter who resists eviction. I'm looking for something that hopefully will never be found.
I will keep piling up rocks, tectonic changing the landscape to the extent that can be changed. Without forcing, where there is space, while pulse.

lala

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