Flatland Heart

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Dryly glimpsing reality's profound beauty: a mirage of perceptions across deserts of limitation...we thirst for understanding.

Echoes of creation's song seduce us in whispered perfume carried on a mistral's caress, stirring our most passionate ardor to know, to discover.

We long to reach truth, to deeply drink pure knowledge as only the strongest intellect can.

We ache for profound understanding with which we might swim through celestial depths and soar in abyssal heights with the grace of immortals, at the speed of thought.

With impassioned inquiry, we woo the universe to surrender her mysteries, and with each embrace of truth we share, our minds touch that transcendent splendor of merging with the universe - and ourselves.

Fidelity to science manifests our love of learning and devotion to truth.

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