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A labyrinth of lights and lies, a maze of money and machine. Carpet floors, low ceilings, pull the lever, taste the feeling. Worship sin and be our prey. Genuflect to greed and pray. Stay and play, the people say. Stay and play, stay and play…

The most compelling framework lies within one of Cao’s concessions—that the brain is a mess of tangled biological material, and all parts comprise its functional units—indeed, the perfect map is that which is being mapped.

We leaves may know how the eddies change our movements, and how the tree trunks cause the eddies. We leaves may know from where the boulders came, and on what ground the trunks once stood, but leaves are leaves are leaves in the river, and the leaves will flow nonetheless.

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