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Stars \u2026 stars \u2026 stars and stars. So many stars. Everywhere I look is stars. Turning and turning, in widening circles, the stars spin out in an endless sky. A sky with no horizon, only stars, a non-sky, absence of up and down, no reference, no sense of progression or return. I am made of the stars.<\/p>\n
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Stars have created me. I am at every level: galactic, atomic, particular, all at once, and forever, and again, and of stars, sometimes becoming singular, an independent consciousness that thinks itself unique \u2013 as all stars unthinkingly are unique in that collective of stars that is the non-sky, stars, absence of stars, and stars \u2026 stars \u2026 stars.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
>>> Stars \u2026 stars \u2026 stars and stars. So many stars. Everywhere I look is stars. Turning and turning, in widening circles, the stars spin out in an endless sky.<\/p>\n