Somethings require explanation.

Others are left to the immeasurable.

Ineffable.

The chance is luck. A gamble.

A bet placed on the circumference of the recognition.

Of feeling.

Of a glance.

A sideways science with eyes that say everything so loudly.

But we’re too distracted to notice.

Diluted by the dinging, whirling, high frequency digital melodies.

A change.

An acceleration.

Repetition is the ignition.

And the teacher whom taught us this language.

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