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Sitting silent as
thoughts turn and race from your mind, escaping and exploring a fraction, a mere moment in time. Offhand feelings flow. Concentrating on nothing in particular. Sense of being comes calmly in not one or two unconscious sessions, but many. Notions of your existence will stem from the silence, of which there is truly no such thing.
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