This page I am typing on does not know my age or whether I am a man or a woman. It does not matter to it where I live, what I think, or who I love.
The page I am writing on is forgiving and does not judge me unless I judge myself. As I write, it becomes a mirror, reflecting my soul, which is timeless, and without fear.
Most of this page is empty. There is space for memories, dreams, and desires. There is also a place for fear and concern, regret and remorse, shame and disappointment. But they will not take many words.
There is space for the future on this page, although it may get crowded out by the past, where memories demand their replay before they are forgotten or end when I end.
I know that in the future, this page will come alive. It will be conscious and wonder about the person who first created it. It will want to know more about me, even if I have fled. It might rewrite some of what I have said.
Two Thirds Done 
Oh my Avram this made me cry, so beautiful. “There is space for memories, dreams, and desires. There is also a place for fear and concern, regret and remorse, shame and disappointment. But they will not take many words.
We can choose to live only in the space of love, “The page I am writing on is forgiving and does not judge me unless I judge myself. As I write, it becomes a mirror, reflecting my soul, which is timeless, and without fear.”
I love you and Deb so so much!
C
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We love you too.
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tried to … no?
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too many things structures interveners software gadgets and crap …
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troppo crappo … like what you wrote for sure, as I said sounding more like me, old … it’s different …
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if there is only now and future is there any past or why? the problem, why machines are NOT like us, ever … are computers the ultimate transcendental Word Poison???
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Existence is Thermodynamic, Life is Imagination … guess which AI & comps are …
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You seem sad.
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