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…once. It comes to you that your love, your hatred, your respect and disrespect, your smiles and tears, your voice at last lay on your own fingertips. The planet spins not under you but behind you – in the right top corner of your sight and only when YOU do want to make it spin producing a smallest movement of your fingertip. All of this has nothing in common either with divinity or with blindness want to persist in being this nonexistent plastic deity...