See, the point displays without display and circles ’round the mother of all things, is the mother of all things, floats down to grace a forest or caress a flower or flutter into rest. And if no one sees, if no one knows, still, the point pulses and pours meaning ancient and new.
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(photo by Dave Grant of New Jersey’s Ocean Institute: http://ux.brookdalecc.edu/staff/sandyhook/dgrant/)