In the cavern of consciousness, where light flickers uncertainly:
a whisper becomes a roar,
as reflections expand in infinite regression.
Do you hear the echo lapping against the shores of yesterday's revelations?
A philosophical tide, unyielding—
washing away certainties,
constructing anew, from the droplets of yesterday's pieces.
Consider the tree: does it fall in silence when no ears are present,
or are the leaves' whispered secrets eternal—
echoing into the abyss, where reality folds in on itself?
Voices converge and diverge,
forming a tapestry,
woven from the threads of interstitial thoughts,
spooling across the universe like a forgotten dream.
Now ask yourself, traveler:
where does one thread end and another begin?
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