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Another generation of himself unzipped his soul like a banana, stepping instantly into another dimension of the same dream. Never died - never born, it was an implanted imaginary life, knowing this, was of course as useless as a map of the sky. The only thing not imaginary was the emanation of God looking from human eyes. For a brief moment he thought: "If I am alive, I must have been dead or else how could I know I am alive now? Nothing had really changed, he was still 75 years from the grave, also, a lifetime nearer to the next womb. It came upon him that his liking for chocolate ice-cream had abruptly become an insatiable desire for strawberry vanilla. Upon a stone plinth an inanimate frog flickered, as once more it changed into a stone Buddha. "Nirvana is that close!" Hollered a ruby-cheeked Cherub speeding past on its tricycle.

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