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ConfidenceWhat can reality become if we isolate some parts of it? Taking them out of the whole, they would be lights, references on an unknown path towards a destination defined by another question. Where do we come from, where are we going? We are always in propulsion, driven in the search for meanings to attribute. Isolated in our worlds, we see something else in what exists, considering material reality a deception. Sickened by the tedium of our time, we grasp things without ever reaching their core; the contours of a cloud become clearer, and its shape makes more sense than a certainty. We are dreamers, and we wander in the possibility that something might be, because this is swift and elusive; everything slips away.
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