Flash-fiction “..riddles silent, alone..”April 24

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We are at a crossroads. Or perhaps it is the edge of a precipice. A point where we cannot go further. We find ourselves here, in this locale, and peer into it strangely.. tired, with guard down, aware of time and space… Where it is time to move forward into a completely new understanding of the world. Leaving behind the  blasé  ‘engaging- in- what- is- wrong’ and f’d beyond recognition..realizing it is just more time spent in the past, in that old thinking. To pass it is to go much more deeply in it, through it, in between its pixels, its illusory space. What is beyond the “noise” is one of these doors looming towards us, piquing the interest, with its ancient riddles silent, and alone- like a nocturnal flower.

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