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I watched this evening the strangest of things.
Oh today, I saw a man.
A man at the mercy of his own mind.
A man who saw nothing,
and found pleasure with the thought of dieing.
But then. Only, then.
Then he smoked a joint,
and stood up and asked to the world,
"What is structure?"
and found out who he was.
The puzzle pieces only become seperate,
once you start to distribute them.
For a puzzle is but a whole picture.
Then turned into a maze.
A maze for another man.
But on this matter.
we realize,
the birth of a new is always whole,
then becomes segregated.
Only to become whole again,
These two durations,
are the most crucial for him.
"This must be love.
Because we are most perfect at birth.
Then through life we segregate ourselves,
and through life we distribute ourselves,
until we find that which can make us whole again."
To every puzzle,
to every question,
there is a spectrum,
a range,
for any answer.
But a puzzle,
can only be a picture.
And a picture,
when seen,
is always seen.
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