We can plan trips to see coasts woven into longitudes of wonder
We can devour wine enriched with subtle tastes of fortitude and nostalgia
We can wander around neighbourhoods tucked away amongst the city's flashy buzz
We can notice time passing, connect a song to a person, a taste to a memory, a smell to a feeling
But all those notions are a mosaic amongst a microcosm of fractals; all those pieces are the codified, mesmerising armour of our perceptions of each other.
And the greatest truth or regression: in an attempt to create or immerse in the reality of the other, we pierce and probe the surface - when the divine is found in the shattered remains.
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