Before your very eyes

What happens when people you know well, things you hold dear, places you frequently visit, start dissolving before your very eyes?

Can the centre hold when what surrounds it pulls apart, is revealed to be so many millions of pieces in a much grander scheme of reality?

Breaking apart need not be painful. Dissolution need not be an ending.

The centre, too, is in constant dissolution, so there can be nothing to lose.

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