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Home Depot &Garden of Eden by @ricoelvixie

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Levy Gorvy Dayan by @ricoelvixie

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720 month ish sabbatical by @ricoelvixie

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When two Jinjialinians encounter each other, parts of their bodies briefly merge and mix the materials inside. When they separate, the materials are redistributed. Thus, the people do not care much about their physical bodies. Even they cannot tell how much of their current bodies comes from strangers they met along the road. They believe that they are still themselves, and it’s no big deal to exchange some materials.

But they don’t realize that this sense of “self” is an illusion. At the moment when two of them merge, the two original selves cease to exist.
They become a combined person, and when separated, two new persons.
The new persons do not know all that transpired before their encounter and each believes that the self is the self, never having changed at all.

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Do you understand? When I am done telling you these stories, when you’re done listening to these stories, I am no longer I, and you are no longer you.
In this afternoon we briefly merged into one. After this, you will always carry a bit of me, and I will always carry a bit of you, even if we both forget this conversation.

“You’re saying that Jinjialin is our own world?”

Our own world? Which one? Can any planet have belonged to us? Or can we have belonged to any planet?

Do not ask me about the coordinates of these planets. Those numbers are the oldest mystical proverbs of the universe. They are the air between your fingers. You reach out to grab them, but when you open your hands, there’s nothing. You and I and they meet for a moment, and we are fated to again separate. We’re only travelers, singing songs whose meanings are obscure, wandering through the dark sky. That is all. You know they are singing in the wind, singing in the wind of a distant homeland. by @ricoelvixie

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Loves it by @ricoelvixie

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