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Thoughts and matter seldom meet;
But, thoughts do matter. Thoughts are the soul of being - To uplift, crucify, love, or flatter. To think is to be, to be to think, Never one, yet together on the brink. Matter comes into being, often without thought; Or so we think - And you can't touch a thought. Do thoughts matter? Do we think? Do we matter?
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