Once again it comes down to a question of gravity.
Riuchi, breathing slow and deep, stands on the lip and contemplates the gap.
The difference between height and depth seems to depend on the media with which the gap is filled.
Riuchi, looking inward, finds nothing worth the climb, nothing worth the dive, nothing but the gap.
The similarities between here and there are the bridge by which he will travel; a side door in the corridor of understanding; an entrance to the halls of an alien mind.
Riuchi, moving outward like a rippling wave in the pond of all existence, meets the true meaning of all his ragged learning.
Once again it comes down to gravity; the weakest force in the universe; the heaviest word in the English language.
Riuchi, breathing slow and deep, stands on the lip and contemplates the gap.
The difference between height and depth seems to depend on the media with which the gap is filled.
Riuchi, looking inward, finds nothing worth the climb, nothing worth the dive, nothing but the gap.
The similarities between here and there are the bridge by which he will travel; a side door in the corridor of understanding; an entrance to the halls of an alien mind.
Riuchi, moving outward like a rippling wave in the pond of all existence, meets the true meaning of all his ragged learning.
Once again it comes down to gravity; the weakest force in the universe; the heaviest word in the English language.
Tales for an attention deficit world
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