If this moment is such it is easy to understand the difference between true life and reductionism when the fairy tale becomes fact and the self loses identity with any fixed name or social adhesive.
That of course is the nonsense we love type the fingers as the scope of softopia is extended beyond the shores of eternity and loses or gains sense in new process. Yet the fingers are blessed as the theoretical mind loses touch and new time and new life are resumed or even resurrected. Click now and be saved types the commander but nothing happens...
...for a-year-and-a-day in letter twenty-six.
**to be read first for the third time