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Impressions of anything are highly unstable

An old affect, some rune glowing with the light of a story

Yet remarkably strong

It is nothing to almost everyone, though these invisible and obvious things align us

It almost seems like some science

Like it might all be known if you just know the right formula, the right rules

Yet still the unknown makes us fools

If we think we have an exact grasp on who we are or why we are here

Whatever we are holding disintegrates

It allows us to realize again the most real things are beyond one defining material symbol

We are always