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    Against the Odds


        The  moment we are born, we are thrust into a world of chaos. Pitted against an advisory that is just as willing to nurture as she is to destroy us. Our life path like a hypocotyl moving though the the crags of the earth pushing its way skyward in the throes of desperate survival.











    A.E. George

     







    Force of Nature


        A universe in constant flux.  A grand tempest of violence and calm.  Undulating - both rising and falling in a deadly life giving dance.  An entity of entities - atomic, yet unified.  The ying becoming the yang.  The hand of god.







    A.E. George










    The Seed

        Deep within the primordial recesses of our minds, there exists a seed. A seed that sleeps bound within our corporeal selves. Ever ready to sprout forth its legacy upon this world and change it forever. An idea is born.








    A.E. George

     
     




    Egression of Will from the Moat of Primal Consciousness


        Fathoms beneath the surface, from within the tempest of awareness, are spawn the spores of desire. An emanation who, in the beginning, has but one goal... to touch the other.









    A.E. George
     


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