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Volume

Just see things move in space,

The roadside grass flashing by;

The shapes in the distance crawling along.

Feel lenses stretch and shrink to focus first on the raindrop residue on the window

And then on a cloud in the exact same spot, thousands of feet away,

Whirling in grand pinnacles and arches and mountains in the air.

See how the shapes of the spaces between branches change as you move through them,

How light shifts and humidity fluctuates and temperature varies;

Even your own form and mind morph – how could things get boring for us?

Let’s strive to reverse that.

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