It is the desolation of the conditioned to ignore the non-existent without regard for what mimics, taking into account that science speaks to us through means that, if rejected, will elude us without conditioning until the real dreams cease to confuse what matters to the reality of knowing how to look and understand, for it is the obsidian curiosity that makes its fiction, a hidden and fearful world that one must comprehend and allow oneself to be carried away.
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