In the beginning, before there was the World (or even the Word), there was stuff.  Matter.  Turbulence.  Tiny bubbles of particles and enormous continents of neutron junk.
Floating. t

Much like the thoughts in my head.  On a windswept day, when the sun is brilliant and the dead Norse gods are smiling.

ISCHEMIA
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The perceptive can tell because I am nodding without listening. t

They call the stuff that blocks vessels to and in the brain "ischemia".  It's a clinical term, coined by scientists to distance as much to explain.  And, yet, sometimes I have to wonder... t

If ischemia isn't sometimes a necessary good.

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