#0080. It is a formation. A solitary conglomeration of events. The focal point. You want to have some energy behind you. You want there to be a silvery light that shines in everything. You want to believe in a soul. You look deep inside yourself and find the chamber where it should reside. It is a formation, there. This concretion of your memory and your hope. You can pull it out. It shines with that silvery light you want. But it's so fragile. The pieces of it shed like the scales of butterfly wings. And you lose momentum as it dies in the open air.
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