In the secret spaces, secret spaces of our mind. The place where none can go; it's where I like to hide. A mirage of existence before me, and an eternity inside. Do we die? What are these particles that make up my being and is this what makes us real? I don't think so; there has to be magic. Life would be so tragic without it. Science is magic, but science can be so indifferent. Science can be impersonal; then also sometimes wondrous. Quantum physics resonates and moves me. Little spaces in the brain that no one can touch. That no one can really understand. Such a minute existence on a quantum scale. On a universal scale, infinitesimal is the vast space that we barely fill. Imagine tiny universes inside each cell; imagine our whole bodies are really bits and pieces of galaxies or universes.
Imagine.
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