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  • There was a child, one and alone among the others and like every other child. There were grown up, many of them, in pairs, in groups and alone again. There was the aura, the orioles, the whistles and all kinds of sneaky moving essences and spreading masses.
    The child had to eat, thus it was eaten every time it had to be done and needed to be done. The child gained essences and also mass, which resulted of growing up.
    At the beginning the child was a dull painful cry or a careless laughter. Soon the orioles and the whistles made it to the cry, mixed themselves into the laughter and everything was raised by the pile of mass.
    The child grew up alone and in groups and in a pair, entwined by the essences and weighted by the masses. This lead to self recognition through the others as part of the aura, which was randomly growing at each step the child could do. The recognition brought the need of control, as this latter brought the addiction to loops of happenings. The child owed still a lot to the need of nutrition, more than before because not every meal could be taken, but the loops imposed what was good and what was not.
    Feeling the difference for the first time it was taught to the child, now grown up, that things are opposed. They are not opposed among the orioles and the whistles, not all over the aura, but within the child.
    It was like a counterpart suddenly appearing in front of the child, and for a little bit of time with eyes fixed on the demon, it could be seen freedom.
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