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The
flatness of their surfaces belies
the dimensions of vision they employ, these searchers after truth beyond the planes of their being. Or is it that their planes through are not ours and that they look along level surfaces with slant eyes transposing what we see to some other angle of view? So that the world they inhabit is open to light that is reflected in their bright looking, breathed into our world like the snuffing of a candle in reverse. |
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