All Words Spoken

Sleep.

The shaded night's time-tribute,

in exchange for unearthly experience;

dreams conquering impossibilities...

Someday this calculating mind shall see all things,

as they are,

as they have been,

and as they will be.

For now I remain numb;

blissfully unfeeling;

yet in my flesh I will encompass all words spoken,

and my works and speaking will never end.

Such is the gift to all who would seize it.

Cherish humanity.

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