I have seen eternity for less than a nanosecond, hearing a light and seeing the sounds of life.
I cannot attest to the bittersweet taste of a plasma river.
Infinity has a feeling, a master of perfection showered me with the opposite of dark matter.
All of the creation exist in the one human; life is not a dream.
I know to myself that a void has no beginning nor end, the first moving primordia, did not have the birth and cannot die.
The universe is not its name.
The second day of pre ma vada shows her colours of extreme beauty, she hints with less than a silent chatter to an admission of a diverse inside secret.
The greatest beauty protects itself in plain sight.