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| Nitrous Visions |
Whirlpool spinning toward the purest point of the moment
At that pinnacle of purity
It inverts into its mirror image
And flows diametrically in the exact opposite flow as before the moment
Inertia continues through the singularity
The pull towards the center is irrepressible.
The Center of Reality is the moment.
Distracted by the fear of losing the moment.
Irritated by not being able to focus .
Thinking about the fact that you're Thinking about something else.
Other than enjoying the perfect moment.
Then angry about being angry.
Instead of in bliss.
Craving the moment.
Then realizing that trying to explain the moment.
Diminishes it greatly.
The more precisely you can convey it to someone
The more rapidly you lose it.
Erasing a depleting memory
With each word
slipping pulling away faster faster.
Using language and controlled thought
sucks you back from the moment.
Back to having no idea what the moment was like.
If you think you can explain it,
you probably never really understood it.
Just concentrate on the moment
Before it even arrives.
Prepare for the moment.
And when you know its here right now,
Feel the purity of that very moment.
Aware of the dimensions and magnitude behind the façade.
But none of that matters at the moment.
Infinity is the moment of total perfection.
It's there if you can reach it.
Reach for it!
Reach for it!
Stretchhhhhhh
Snap!
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