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Anatomy of an Epicurean Solitude:II The Stranger

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Of course, time and space run together. Working on a mutual understanding and habituation, they never overrule each other, but make the feel like one. In fact, they exist in two different sub-segments of a whole ever running chain of Life-Energy. Say, each segment carries particular memories connected with each time and space. There’s an atomic interpellation in each segments of time and space continuum.  They are designed like our DNA structure- myriads of segments and sub segments forming an ever-changing structure that progresses unto its destiny! If so, is time and space different? Yes, course, they are. Well, if that so, do they have separate existing parameters and entity or are they independent? Yes, they have separate entities and they exist in separate sub segments of one among many segments of a very ever-running wheel of Life-Energy. So, each sub segments of time and space contains particular events of our lives. They record everything in their respective fields and share with the memory of Life-Energy, which memory exists in many forms like, racial memory, collective memory, and archetypal memory. This memory is true because racial memory is installed in our brain by a certain default programming code of Life-Energy. So, what is this Life-Energy? Well, this is the seed of life or the egg of life; but ultimately, it is an ultra-super energy encoded with mystic codes and programmes that enable the bearer to do magnificent and multifaceted programmes or karmas by default, which we call the kismet. This energy is part of a unicellular infinitesimal but fissionable energy.(22/09/14, 8:10 AM)

“You are a magnificent art of heavens,” his eyes said. Moving like a butterfly, shining like a morning star, she spread the light everywhere. While pretending to enjoy her immediate public, her eyes peeped him. She peeped him- he peeped her- and she peeped him- until it snowed. Heavens witness, it was snowing all around him and on the other side, she was shining like a diamond among the pearls. She, with her magnificent peep made his day!

Well, I don’t want to talk about my experience with her because she is something else and you will never understand me. Something happened in between and I stopped writing this post for a long time. 

He talked some random vague stupid things as she did. That was weird, but cute. His mind flew wildly as a kite detached from its thread. /edited/

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