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<blockquote data-quote="loxmyth" data-source="post: 1006690" data-attributes="member: 1255">streets of BostonBoston, MassachussetsOctober 2002, around 11:30 AM&quot;Ok,&quot; Jason breathed, calming himself down.&nbsp; What the man was saying was crazy, impossible - if this was true, surely science would have discovered this by now.&nbsp; But there was truth in the words as well, Jason could feel it.&nbsp; The causes of all those weird coincidences and accidents seemed to fit when explained in this animistic worldview.&nbsp; Spirits everywhere, was the thought whispering in his mind, and the world began to spin dizzily, as more and more whispers where added to the chorus.All around him the world was a swirl of vibrant colours - the verdant greens of the tree leaves, yellow and red of the tulips that lined the pathway they walked, the bright azure of the mid-morning sky.&nbsp; And all around him was an unceasing susurrus of hushed voices all around him.&nbsp; He felt hot, like a sudden fever was on him, and his eyes fluttered open and closed involuntarily.&quot;Ok,&quot; he said again, and the words seemed to rumble inside of him.&nbsp; &quot;How do I control my impulses?&nbsp; How do I become, fully aware?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="loxmyth, post: 1006690, member: 1255"] [i]streets of Boston Boston, Massachussets October 2002, around 11:30 AM[/i] "Ok," Jason breathed, calming himself down. What the man was saying was crazy, impossible - if this was true, surely science would have discovered this by now. But there was truth in the words as well, Jason could feel it. The causes of all those weird coincidences and accidents seemed to fit when explained in this animistic worldview. [i]Spirits everywhere,[/i] was the thought whispering in his mind, and the world began to spin dizzily, as more and more whispers where added to the chorus. All around him the world was a swirl of vibrant colours - the verdant greens of the tree leaves, yellow and red of the tulips that lined the pathway they walked, the bright azure of the mid-morning sky. And all around him was an unceasing susurrus of hushed voices all around him. He felt hot, like a sudden fever was on him, and his eyes fluttered open and closed involuntarily. "Ok," he said again, and the words seemed to rumble inside of him. "How do I control my impulses? How do I become, fully aware?" [/QUOTE]

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