Magic moments of intellect are being gathered together intuitive-
ly by a deep and abiding spiritual pursuit invisible to the
human eye yet it's felt within intellect.
As it bypasses logic and reasoning, going beyond imagination,
taking it's time to spread itself throughout the fabric of this finite being, loving and enjoying following it's tempos solemnly
along roads of tomorrow's visions.
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