In Me

There you go, the sky turns dark again. Over these infinite sands of desertion the grey clouds swirl. They caress the dunes that stand tall and red against the darkening sky. There flies the sand, helpless particles of my thought over the landscape of my doing, and hers. A bolt of pearly lightning tears the …

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The Point

A point is not an object. It has no weight, colour, nothing, no physical property. It has no dimension. It does not exist. But it has one property: its position. Although it does not exist, that does not hinder it from occupying a position in its plane. A point has no idea what it is. …

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