Today I dreamed that I found a great freshwater lake, and I knew that its banks were destined to produce great amounts of berries. I told my mother about the place and she organized a wine tasting there. On one side of this great sapphire the banks rose high. Many people gathered on that side and watched me as I tasted an amber liquid from a wine glass. It was some kind of moscato, but that was not important. I spat the wine onto the pebbles, waded into the water and carried some to my mouth. As i swallowed it… all of the crowd cheered to the end of my dream!
Motion is impossible at pure resolution, time is limited by resolution, and energy is constantly predictable thus matter is just as (un)ambiguous.
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