Originally there was a bit of a difference between all of us.
A few things here-a few things there.
Soon after that things began to change and now I find it hard to see a single similarity.
I was a monkey in a past life, to be born again as a rat/half man half horse.
Reincarnation is the only time I will ever be born again.
I started small then smoothed the sides into a chestahedron and set the stellations free.
I passed by Erato on a leisure flight and can verify fully it's authenticity.
It is real, no more built than us. (how much?)
It was easy to see that it was yet another case of us being us to a point where we lost sight of the truth.
Out there, in our own little force field the eye of the storm is colorless.
The color is on the inside of us.
We can share it when we please, which I try to do but often times it is just too vibrant to let it go.
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