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peacemaker @ 07:51 pm: And then, perhaps because one day followed upon another, something began to happen slowly, enveloping, great, in spite of the links that were escaping him. It was as if, living there, he no longer counted his life in terms of days or years but in spirals that were so large that he would never get to see them, just as he would never see the long line of the curvature of the earth. There was something that was a gradual essence not to be eaten all at once.