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Split 1908

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It seems to be the very first post. Or it may not be the first one. In essence it's empty, like an empty Hilbert's space. No thoughts, no ideas. Nothing. In the middle of the space there is a telescope. It is looking for irregularities of nothingness. Here and there it finds one and reports it to the earth. This causes a ripple in everydayness of humans. Then everything settles down to the normal: killing and suffering.

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