Latoya Scranton
Formalities
I was shaped from the shapeless.
Formed from the formless.
Created by the ultimate creationist. who made everything. Who made nothing. All at once and on purpose but by doing nothing. But by doing everything.
Is this what I believe? Is this what you believe? Never mind what is real and true. Never mind what happened out of that dark abyss of nothingness. What hand or what rock made it so. what sound was made before hearing was created. Before eyes were created to witness this first evolution. This the beginning of the new beginners of new people who will begin again and again and again.
Who will then take up the reigns of being the creators. Who will produce and mass produce your hopes, your dreams, your nightmares. Even your thoughts and your faith they will create in you. It is the artificial creation of reality. It is the reality of artificiality.
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