Now with the allocation and the understanding, the lack of understanding, we enter into a new era of science in which we feel nothing more than so much so as to say that those within themselves, comporary or non-comporary…
…feel not as though it is a sphere we live on, rather an infinite plane which has the illusion of leading yourself back to the point of origin.
One can lose one sense of oneself as one self it can shatter into a hailstorm of subjectivities one sense of space is often distorted time fluctuates or even disappears.
And sense data can tangle to the extent that one may smell the colour of time.
