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Q Metaphysics: You Are That Which You Perceive // new paradigm on page 58
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Happy Solstice!!!
3. This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year’s threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath, the door of a vanished house left ajar. Taking hands like children lost in a six-dimensional forest, we step across. The walls of the house fold themselves down, and the house turns itself inside out, as a tulip does in its last full-blown moment, and our candle flares up and goes out, and the only common sense that remains to us is touch, as it will be, later, some other century, when we will seem to each other even less what we were. But that trick is just to hold on through all appearances; and so we do, and yes, I know it’s you; and that is what we will come to, sooner or later, when it’s even darker than It is now, when the snow is colder, when it’s darkest and coldest and candles are no longer any use to us and the visibility is zero: Yes. It’s still you. It’s still you
Margaret Atwood
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