Without God, or some disengaged third party, we would not have the moment of stillness. The
moment that overlooks everything, outside time and space, where it could be said that 'this' is reality.
Like the life guard in his tower. Spooky action. Or transmitted entangled photons. In Einstein's universe
there does not appear to be what a lay man would think of as reality. The landscape we play our lives
in. Faced with this, artists create their own universes. Alternate realities. Distractions. Colour against
the greyness. Which lead us down a long maze. A tangled spool of wool. The puzzle. And we're back
to Descartes again. I am.
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