Some inspirations

A title laden with assumptions if ever there was. Who am I to be inspired? Assuming it is me who is really writing this. Might it not be a script which came from the ether and I was merely its midwife, the facilitator in this dimension wiith a keyboard. Maybe my own consciousness is itself part of an ocean, and this writing is a mystical connection with the source. All writing that ever was and ever will be is in this mass, taking shape in what we think of as the moment in time when it was written.

It is endlessly reproduced. Typographical errors come and go. It is translated. It morphs into other cultures. Occasionally it is translated back and it means something different. There are typographical errors in the translations. It varies and flows around a core meaning, being understood and misunderstood, with both versions being quoted. And forgotten.

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