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it is good to know realistically that there is none but you.
it is good to know that as these words are written there is no one in specific that can be identified.

yet the mind swims. I swim. The poignancy of what i wish to transmit is not vague and removed, yet i find that to approach it concisely in a short and complete form is not possible. Rather i must search for it my self, entering different avenues of attention to scout what features assemble... reflecting on the feeling, on the emptiness.

who then leaves time for love?
Who then leaves time outside of function to display something pragmatically unneeded in the machine world?

and most importantly.
Who integrates with this machine world...

and how does their integration evolve to the total display?