When our minds expand, our hearts retract and our heads float. We're all maintaining this oath of silence, these deep thoughts that expand progressively, far beyond our control to even attempt to manipulate. When we look back on those days, those little gestures of sympathy and courtesy, we throw our heads back and laugh. We question our stupidity over and over again. We look at a friend in the eye and we point out how naive we were. We travel with these past reminders alone on buses and trains, sometimes in complete silence and sometimes, disregarding this oath of silence, we recollect ourselves and carefully compose each thought we want to voice. Because careful composition, my friend, is vital, a necessity, if I may, when conversing with individuals who have the ability to rapidly transcend from one state of mind to another in an instant. Even this text has to be carefully composed in my brain, in this translucent state of mind. Translucent, not transcendent. I am currently feeling detached, not trying to attain a higher level of spiritual being in my head.
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