Sometimes I think I've changed somehow. I've learned to think in a whole new way. I know something greater, something finer, and it's not possible to go back to how I was before. Then I realize nothing could be easier than going back. The gravitational pull is towards the mundane, towards sameness. The really hard part is going forward.
It's like I somehow got myself into a fighter jet that skimmed the surface of the atmosphere. For a brief instant I was weightless and saw the stars.
I've been sucked back to the big rock by the gravitational pull. Now I'm jumping as hard as I can to reach the stars. But I need jets and some kind of rocket fuel to get there. Where do I find that stuff?
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