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And all becomes clear. Wish I could make you see this brightness. Don’t worry, all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well. I understand now, that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention, if only one can first conceive of doing so. Moments like this, I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own, and I know that separation is an illusion. My life extends far beyond the limitations of me.

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My sweet girl, I am living today in yesterday. I was in a complete fascination all day. Write me ever so few lines and tell me you will never forever be less kind to me than yesterday. You dazzled me. There is nothing in the world so bright and delicate. You have absorbed me. I have a sensation at the present moment as if I was dissolving.”

Dear James,

WE FUCKING SAW THAT!  Was that the only way of taking the transmitter? Was it that difficult to do that without stealing a touch? Was it? Was it, James?

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              ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ʀʜʏᴛʜᴍ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ. 
                      ɪᴛ’s ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ. 

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There is a natural order to this world, and those who try to upend it do not fare well. This movement will never survive; if you join them, you and your entire family will be shunned. At best, you will exist a pariah to be spat at and beaten-at worst, to be lynched or crucified. And for what? For what? No matter what you do it will never amount to anything more than a single drop in a limitless ocean.

     W h a t  i s  a n  o c e a n  b u t  a  m u l t i t u d e  o f  d r o p s ? (Cloud Atlas dir. Tom Tykwer, Lana & Andy Wachowski)