The moment we live in

Focusing various states of conscious establishment

I dreamt of an ecstatic communion between the supermassive black hole at its center and the stars of a galaxy. The black hole pushed space into itself, leaving a trail of stars in its wake. The stars at a glance of awe fixated in rotation around the black hole by pulling toward it along its path inward.

The galaxy thrilled by its awe in transition between two dimensional planes. Pulled into itself by its lower dimensional attraction and pushed apart by its higher contextual position. One dimension of plausible glance for the disappearing of space into its full overview.

Dreams of what it could contain. Life by all daring enough to dream of what is inside. Taken before what could be, by the possibilities it was then, as the moment that is now.

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