I float like a molecule of air upon a dream inside this relative world. Expanding, I breed it to the sharp edges of reason, of wonder. In the warm nights this cold city unravels, and the air expands all around me like distant children finally free. Well this place; and the commerce to which we've become accustomed... could so easily hold much more. So easily we could become fulfilled together... but it cannot seem to be yet – not until even these sky scrapers begin their motion. The endless cycles of individual entitlement so entrenched to our minds, may again create the destructive patterns we have seen of our million times past.
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