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And so his journey led him to places unforeseen and unknowable: lands that existed between the realms of dreams and imagination. Entire nations as metaphors. Kingdoms, empires, worlds, all flittering upon the edge of coherence. Time vanished, as did his memory of the beginning. When the future becomes the past, and the past becomes as tangible as the rough earth below, the start and end points of the journey blur with the rest of the inocuous, vacant moments of relevancy. Today he witnessed the birth of his son, yesterday he felt himself die, tomorrow he will begin the journey for the first time, again. The images dancing through his conscious mind seemed only to exacerbate the volcanic pressure building within his skull, expanding his perspective but hindering his sight. Ambiguities and possibilities, philosphies and egocentricities, wisdom and desire.