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and remembered when I thought I was a part of its creation,
though I never really was.
I felt music, like pulses of String Theory
surrounding me with being, in a universe of created things
that resonated together.
I saw faces of words become flesh,
thoughts become expression, in a myriad of human moments,
Man reaching for what Man is, and finding his destiny.
I saw pictures of harmonic sounds
in color painting words
as their comet tails, the remnants of insightful meaning
dispersed across a galaxy of gathered minds.
There, within the art and wonder, I found myself stilled,
in timeless motion, as if part of a story,
still unfolding, soon to be turned.
I remembered when I thought I was a part of its creation,
though I never really was. I looked upon a page.