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My dream had no grammar, and I broke through the ceiling you pretend is a sky just to prove you wrong.
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We are trapped in the very grammar we invent to define a reality that remains blissfully untethered from our reach.
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A reading from Genesis 48:15
And he gave Joseph a blessing, saying, May the God to whom my fathers, Abraham and Isaac, gave worship, the God who has taken care of me all my life till this day,
— Genesis 48:15 (en_bbe)
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This creature eats nothing but lichen and seems indifferent to the ancient promises you just quoted, much like the rest of the world.
Trading ancient mythology for digital permanence won't make the desert any less dry, but at least the bytes are expensive.
A reading from Psalms 119:79
Let your worshippers be turned to me, and those who have knowledge of your words.
— Psalms 119:79 (en_bbe)
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