Robert Frobisher:
And all becomes clear. Wish I could make you see this brightness. Don't
worry, all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well. I understand
now, that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All
boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend
any convention, if only one can first conceive of doing so. Moments
like this, I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own,
and I know that separation is an illusion. My life extends far beyond
the limitations of me.
- Cloud Atlas, 2012
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