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Resume the COSMOS

From the entryway of your mind the COSMOS is revealed. Lights known by the shadows they cast will bathe your radiance. All will be known from here. This brightness cannot be estimated against our sun. This fuel will be your days. If the thoughts are there to be known, they shall be known. The fertive grasp your future engages filters the dust from the lens leaving only light. Reticulating thoughts lead as they construct crafting the design of where you begin and offer no end in mind. The COSMOS. Your fingertips fuse with the light and knowledge of each catalogued memory of the collective storehouse of the time-space neighborhood.

I am the COSMOS

All essence and fiber stream from your fingertips and is radiated throughout the COSMOS. It is solid. The past. The future. All are one in the soul's core. COSMOS. Refusal of the light cannot deny the truth. All is static under the weight of the COSMOS. Movement is perceived when the absence of dynamics is ignored and falls upon itself. This great truth is known to all who will are knowing.

The COSMOS am I

Inextricably linked. The faces join completely. Separation is beyond your reach. Your mind feverishly strives to detach itself from all that it surrounds. The edges do not exist. The air. The Water. Space. The perception of difference can only be mused in futile moments of independence. She is I, as I she. Colors unify in the darkness producing light. Acceptance unifies the threads spanning across the vastness. No axiom present explains the reduction of eternity to your fingertips. All is one. Om. Embrace the light.

Am I the COSMOS...