A Senseless Conversation

It seems we had been repeating ourselves. It was like waking up after being knocked out, or coming back into focus after inhaling nitrous. Everything was making sense, then awakeness, an open and real view, like waking in the morning - Groggy and not understanding, "where am I?"... What is the topic?

Something about the sight, eyes from here to there, or eternity -  sight unbounded - An entirety; The whole Enchilada!

We had been saying the same thing over and over arguing, the same thing in different words. It was better to have someone to listen to than imbibe too much silence for very long. Silence becomes so loud, so full of echoes. When alone in silence for too long the dead start yelling through the shadows, and the sound of breathing becomes strange, "Is that me breathing?"... 

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