Cosmic Reality
An illusion of design is easily obtained surrounded by a world that fits like a glove. Soaring to new heights and the sky is enlarged while my world view is fading away to a vastness of light blue sky. Suddenly a division of blackness encompasses my sight and eventually consumes the sky. I am faced with what appears to be nothing. Am I alive or has my world vansihed? Suddenly the black turns gray and as I turn my head a mass of light stings my retina. And I see the sun in all of it's glory.
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