Each person is a genius — extruded from the collective unconscious, the family of things and non-things burgeoning into the light of morning, the lovely light of the dawn. Imagine a boat anchored through the night now awakening with a family on board ready to break their fast and hoist their sails, each member playing a part in the yin and yang of the embarkment into the final joys of the summer tapering down to its end, the current and wind ready to take them towards the ocean, towards the glowing horizon. And beyond that, day and night proceeding towards the autumn, the falling leaves and harvest brought in and shipped to distant ports, infinitely distant ports, yet each infinitely near.

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