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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

so an active mazelike process

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

autonomy of learning

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

but i respect your search

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it