“This is not real, it is merely the limitation of our senses, which are meager devices. Your angers and your griefs and your separations are a fevered hallucination, one suffered by us all. Your prisoners of light and matter … this world is a veil, and the face you wear is not your own … in the end, we will find ourselves at the beginning, and we will at last know ourselves, and our true faces will weep in his light and those tears will feel like a warm rain.”
Me, IRL… one dimension, one channel, over.
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The Committee to Nuke Elysium 