In the vast geometric planes, and swooping parabolic valleys of the universe,

Their lives an entity that cannot be perceived, nor calculated.

This entity cannot be tamed by the great strings which hold the infinite universe together,

Nor can it be bent like light into the event horizon.

Space-time cannot contain this thing in its endless myriad of annals,

This ghost seems in fact untouched by reality.

Not even a hologram can be projected, in any number of dimensions,

But this is indeed no hologram.

This entity is the human mind which rests in the deep valleys of itself,

Which it cannot comprehend.

The End

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