It seems there is no information
A trick of the logic and mirrors of minds
That everything in the infinite all
Is cuts finely into the infinitesimal
To become a thing where it was not
To come into being from its opposite
Time bites the memory it forgot
To exist from the plain to a bit
Look back into the eye does it see itself
Or itself exists for it to see
For once it was closed and nothing moved
No light shone for an eternity
The loneliness of the distant sun
Never to be seen by anyone
But felt now in essence and idea only
From everything here to there becomes none
The code begins with the word
The word become meaning
Everything is run from the source
The source comes into being
Onto the edge of an infinite field the integers run
To the end of the universe to the final sun
And everyone from one has become one
The code itself has written itself
In and out of existence being
The only thing seeing
A thought is a concept of a thing. That things may be real, that is, it exists in the reality of a number of people, a common reality, or it may be a concept itself. The thought is not the thing. The thing is in a reality of its own and seems oblivious to the thought being made of it.
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That Will Always Do What it was Created to Do
Can it be found by who I want it to be found by?
Does it have a purpose?
If it has a purpose then is it clear?
Is this purpose of value to the reader?
Is the action clear?
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