"It's Okay,"

[shiki_nesmy]

Meditating on the all-om, surfing the nodegel to see why superstrings are the very being of Brahman, another curiosity transpired. Feeling the eyes of the past upon him, perched like a voyeur on John Malkovich's consciousness, our narrator sent back an overwhelming jumble of meaning--then, as both clarification and coda, thought, "it's okay,"--experiencing all the while the curious sensation when free will overlaps memory.

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I came out to my mother today. And it's okay.