Magical echoes
Now you see it, now you don't.
Now you see it. Time
like prestidigitated
Echoes, replicates...
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Novel Allen
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Thief of time
Life is a facade Nothing is what it seems, time Is an illusion
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Poets
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Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis2 days ago in Humans
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I love how you never cease to pack a punch with the passion with which you write!
Oh the word nerd in me, loves the use of that word in the middle line! So for just 9 words, you packed in a lot of depth. Awesome!