The whole world around us only exists in our imagination, and we have to just trust ourselves it's still there every time we close our eyes.
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You've seen fragments of our grammar in the chaos patterns of bird flocks in flight - in hexagon angles - in the graffiti bleeding together on the wall - in the bioluminescent eyes under your bed - in the fanged city skyline that forms a runic rythm when glimpsed upside down.