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is not like other people
Dissensus, as far as I am aware, emerged from a spirit of celebration, not of some partisan taste, but (despite the umbrella) something we all share, and yet none of us is any closer to a definition. What is it? Birdsong, the rush of air through foliage, the babble of a stream? Crackling of embers provides percussion. At length chant is codified in a myriad. In the background, a single sinewave tonic, well beyond.
We gathered here to enthuse - differences dissolving, endless iterations all subsumed in the chorus. We never knew what we would call it, and so we united under an ironic banner, reducing ourselves in infinity. We have here the most eloquent and the slowest of stumblers, gazing on each other in mock disbelief.
Can you hear that sound? A sketch of harmony, a dogged refusal to cease? The grime in the gutter that contains a cosmos.
We gathered here to enthuse - differences dissolving, endless iterations all subsumed in the chorus. We never knew what we would call it, and so we united under an ironic banner, reducing ourselves in infinity. We have here the most eloquent and the slowest of stumblers, gazing on each other in mock disbelief.
Can you hear that sound? A sketch of harmony, a dogged refusal to cease? The grime in the gutter that contains a cosmos.