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Precisely. And so very well put. And then there are those moments of sudden, stark silence. Not much to inquire about. Nothing morphing. Interaction doesn't seem to be "inter" any more. Thoughts and words dropping off or evaporationg like tears, like beads of sweat.

It becomes more obvious every day that these words are true: The time will come when you do not know whether your thoughts are yours or Mine.

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