Twenty Eight June 2010

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I know I’m not the only one. I know I’m not the only one. I know I’m not the only one. I know I’m not the only one. Copy, copy, copy. Copying its an element of life. Things copy. Cells copy. Habits copy, pieces slung together to make something new. Molecules, different ones, they hug one another and we have something that wasn’t there before, the way we now suddenly see it. There are memories, so residual that are ingrained, that carry a remembrance of what was there before. Another element, one we learn to grasp.

But we know how to do it because we are built to know how to come to understand it.

At this point, I am very frightened. Neurotic, trembling. :(