The nature of reality.
I stood alone on the edge; then the world changed, and reality fled, what was knowing became doubt, what was certainty became unclear. my problem was not knowing, My mind was blank, and my muscles relaxed, just as I was taught. Then knowing flowed and the edge receded. Clarity and certainty followed the knowing I awoke and found my journey done. The robot surgeon said I was cured, now obedience was my creed. All is well with the world, and I believe every word.
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Peter Rose
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