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Who knows, maybe once upon a time, gravity too was just a figment of someone's imagination
Floating is nice, but each time you lose a piece.
Did I just drop the coins?
He couldn't come to terms with what was against his nature. He didn't see what everyone else regarded as fate and accepted. He knew he'd get more restless as he normalized things. They thought he'd be convinced at the ceremonies of terror whose history began with humanity. The others were so alien to what was going on that they couldn't be native to those grounds. He had to breathe. The freedom he toiled for was a result of his countless moments of desperation... Wherever he goes, there's nothing that he can attach himself to. As he threw aside his shields and chains, he turned his face to where the day dawned. Now he wants to go all the way around the world following an untrodden route.
"For she had come to feel that it was the only thing worth saying--what one felt. Cleverness was silly. One must say simply what one felt."
Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway
Crazy! Let us hear a bit of the song you'd been singing.
There are more things to be discovered