The fabulous monarchy of our best intentions is at best a temporal state of a potential memory imprinting. From these fickle phases do we pluck experiences worthy of retention, despite the impossibility of defining the framework in which they operate. Wildly carousing about in some kind of confused epiphany is not necessarily as becoming as it is enlightening, but it is a small price to pay to be wholly engaged. Soon, all the world will recognize with perfect clarity that there are, and never have been, borders.
Such sweet remiss
Sugarcoats my memories
With temporary bliss
The rush of a kiss
Floats amid pleasures
Forever to exist
What of love like this?
Among obvious discoveries
It's one of the best
"Among the millions of nerve cells that clothe parts of the brain there runs a thread. It is the thread of time, the thread that has run through each succeeding wakeful hour of the individual’s past life."
- Dr Wilder G Penfield, Montreal Neurological Institute
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