Where the Branches Stop Moving
"All is life. There should be no judgement."
"It is if you are at the foot of the Golden Palace
shouting at people that are continents away
to follow you, but they can't hear you,
much less see you and know where you are.
We're all among palaces, life is our creation."
"How can they re-create life?"
"Look down the river, where the wind stops,
See, see where the branches stop moving?"
"Yes."
"The creation is in the stillness."
"Nonsense."
(Silence.)
"Where are the fault lines?"
"We've re-created them."
(Silence.)
"And now count the many secrets we suddenly reveal to ourselves!"
(Silence.)
"I should take you to a NASCAR race."
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