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non-singular, non-euclidean, non-linear, non-local.





Q. "What does it feel like to die?"
A. "Oh, it feels just like waking up."Having sustained three occurrences of clinical death and resuscitation,
We are charting our purpose & message just as one charts the stars.
you cannot un-do. . .