On History Repeating Itself...

If people are doomed to repeat history, then let me repeat those parts that are forever emblazoned in my mind and embedded in my soul. Those parts that took my breath away and left me all at once enamored and bewildered... lost in my own synapses and paralyzed with wonder. 

Let me drown there - in the depths of the annals of time, sewn into the lining between existential realism and the ether of the universe. Let me wander for an eternity, among the cosmos, floating away on an ethereal cloud, drifting slowly with the wind, in a dreamless sleep. Never to wake again.

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