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into oblivion, realizing only now that it is not some far off idea in a distant time or space, but right now, in our back yards. It has always been there, but I've been too blind to notice. Only when it's a swirl of color have I been able to make it out, that distant point where the rolls of deep purple evaporate, leaving the world yet continuing on forever.
Oh, the things you find when you choose a direction and drive.