The Mind
Will the mystic art of the mind ever come to its full righteousness? How do you capture the unsensible, the impossible, the irrassional, the unpredictable, the dream… The mind boggles, it stuns, it amazes. The beauty, the chaos, the calm, the storm. Who, when, where, what? But most of all – why? 6,446,131,400 unique machines of God. It can be the virgin, the slave, the prince, the priest, the mother, the murderer. Reach the unreachable, then dream the oxygen into a new life that you create with your pen, your brush, your hands, your body, your heart.
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Elle
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