Musings on an Early Afternoon in June

Time and space, a complex of dimensions and perhaps, as importantly, at least for we humans (or is it us humans), a juncture of perceptions chained in an apparently continuous process stored in myriad impressions which morph in different directions, creating memory, and thus, the pools from which point of view are sipped, savored and then distilled into arguments.

Or, …

What if we’re just the very vivid dream of the proto quark, at best inchoate possibilities trapped in a dimensionless, stillborn infinity.

I think, despite its flaws, I prefer the former.
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