We went and did things often where what was involved was a disturbance in the perception of space such that a compendium of particles breaks forth from length, width, height, and their corresponding coordinates, freeing itself and resulting in a splitting off from the continuum, which can best be understood via the phrase: easier said than done. There’s no need to explain it. There’s little need for me. My left hand will soon be writing. My right hand will soon be writing. My mouth will soon be telling me why upon becoming a kind of god the body stands over itself and while we may soon beg to be let back into the body the body will refuse us. 
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