Somewhere in the confluence of yesterday's dreams and today's duties, lies the uncharted territory of thought. I've often wondered whether any real theory could encapsulate the enormity of expansions—to enclose in mere words the infinite possibilities. In the corridors of life, theories like footprints in sand—temporary, fading, and sometimes, utterly profound.
Possibilities expand and retract like ocean tides, each pull revealing shores of potential that were hidden just moments before. In these tides, fleeting moments can catch you off guard, as if a voice from some distant realm whispered a forgotten truth. It's said every theory is its own universe; an ambit of understanding sealed by one’s capacity to perceive and relate.
We construct realities along the definitions we accept. Somewhere inside the essence of theory lays the ideal expanse; one that defies decay and the relentless erosion brought by time. Perhaps in this expanse, a new comfort lies—one that asks not to understand, only to ponder the potential of eternity.
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