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living stone
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nentwined
The world ends With blood Let in dribs and drabs The moment not knowable As truth succumbs To fancy flights Fractalling Zeno-logically Ever tighter Until that binary split Of inevitability Already having squeezed Consciousness From the stone.
Dovina
11-Mar-21/12:30 PM
Peter writes, “As you come to him [Jesus], the living Stone—rejected by humans but chosen by God and precious to him—you also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house.”
Is it a fancy flight, a metaphor? a fractal? or can consciousness be squeezed from a real stone, eons ago in some primordial soup?
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