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Turn around, look at what you see. In her face, the mirror of your dreams... Make believe I'm everywhere, given in the lines. Written on the pages is the answer to a neverending story... Reach the stars, Fly a fantasy, Dream a dream, And what you see will be... Rhymes that keep their secrets will unfold behind the clouds. And there upon the rainbow is the answer to a neverending story... Show no fear for she may fade away. In your hands, the birth of a new day... Rhymes that keep their secrets will unfold behind the clouds. And there upon the rainbow is the answer to a neverending story.

Permanent link to archive for 7/8/04. Thursday, July 8, 2004

Envision reality:

Take a look inside a grand piano. Be sure to ooh and aah; it's a necessary step.
Now, imagine it if the precision were apparently infinite, with thousands upon millions of strings, wrapping around in a right circular cylinder.
Now, realize this: despite the apparently infinite space of reality, these strings are placed extraordinarily close together.

The perturbation of a single string will cause a less powerful perturbation on its neighbor strings, which, obviously, cause equally lessened effects on their neighbors and so on, until the perturbation becomes undetectable to the human ear and eye (but, with sufficiently powerful utilities, revealed to be eternally present).

Action is perturbation. Life is a melody. Civilizations symphonies.

Manipulation merely choice. Tapping a B-flat rather than a B. A dominant chord rather than subdominant. Intentionally.

"Change happens all of the time. Change happens when you're alone, but it happens more actively when you interact with someone. This is a risk you take, even unconsciously, when you interact. What I do is I make my interactions purposed, taking that change and directing it." -- Myself, June 25, 2004

Like I've said before, I'm not much of a pianist. But I can make music out of the tappings of black and white keys. It's nothing wondrous, but it's something. I'm still learning to play the piano of reality.

I am ta'veren, the threads of the Lace of Ages twist and bend about me. I am One, my existence disrupts the equations of the Architect. It's a shame there aren't any more stories from which I can take more examples. =)

Why be zero, when you can be One?


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