First of All

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dehFn5l1bGk

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First of all, please know that the entirety of New York City

fits in my back pocket – no one part of it is any distance at all

from any other once you’ve mastered the subway which

existentially erases distance. Think about it. You walk down

the stairs in a hole in the street, you wait for a train, or rather

you wait for a door to open in a compartment that pulls up

in front of you and you step in and sit down and three, maybe

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four or five or six times more the same door opens and people

walk in and out, and finally the door opens a seventh time

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onto the platform which features symbols (words and/or

numbers) you associate with your destination and you get

out and walk up the stairs through another hole and you’re

there. Or rather in another here. Where is distance even

noticeable in that transit? And what have you done to make

the transit? Let’s go over it again. You descended into a hole

and waited for a compartment to appear, sliding in on two

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parallel metal tracks offering you through its opening doors

ingress to an enclosure into whose premises you walked a few

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steps and sat down on a bench and eventually according

to various expectations being met that you had grown to harbor

meanings and identities to give you a sense that things were

knowable, you got up and ascended through another hole to find

yourself here. So you see, although we go up and down and in

and out of many holes in New York, they never take us there.

They’re only ever here. There’s also no time. There’s only eternity.

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As you learn when you sit and discover you can’t detect time

any more than you’re able to know where you are besides here.

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You see, the time and space continuum is a hoax. But not

a nasty one. Reality can only serve up to us those parts of itself

that we can imagine. That’s precious little of its whole. The needy

Human Soul is on the dole. It has to be carefully fed the few things

it can digest. Then it must get a lot of rest. Is there more for it

to learn? Beyond measure, yes. Will it develop the wherewithal

to swallow it all and understand? One can’t begin to guess.

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