“Having congealed on the surf of fractal realities, you spent millennia upon millennia feeding off what tangible bits you could, amassing order over the dangerous noise. And now you slouch, shivering, having named yourself with the dull whimper “matter” and cower about as if you are guilty of the criminal possession of free will. No, this is not worth our history. So stand before the cosmos, the womb of our being, with a nudity most feared.” li aqui http://anti-teachings.tumblr.com/post/19670912431/having-congealed-on-the-surf-of-fractal-realities
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segunda-feira, 2 de abril de 2012
Li no "Having congealed on the surf of fractal realities, you spent millennia upon millennia feeding off..." “Having congealed on the surf of fractal realities, you spent millennia upon millennia feeding off what tangible bits you could, amassing order over the dangerous noise. And now you slouch, shivering, having named yourself with the dull whimper “matter” and cower about as if you are guilty of the criminal possession of free will. No, this is not worth our history. So stand before the cos
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