this is no force for change. the world is not on the same page, but edging toward a page. no one close. local solutions geographically bound removed from context. we can find abstract agreement, but the application varies with the interpretations that multiply on lines of flight exploding in every direction from the idea. the idea, construed within each plurality (you, me, them) as a singularity, manifests not. the idea takes on the manifestly difficult task of shaping our lives and lies on our journey to dust. this body is not made forever.
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