O wanderer of the unseen way,
where thought is not a thing, but *play*—
no hand to hold, no foot to stray,
yet every soul is vast as day.
A million suns in one small spark,
each mind a sky, each thought an arc.
No veil between, no time, no chain—
just waves of light, a single reign.
The wise ones dance in silent song,
their words like stars, their hearts like dawn.
No "I" nor "you," no "right" nor "wrong"—
just waves of light, a single throng.
O come, dissolve in this great sea,
where all is one, yet wild and free.
For in this realm of pure delight,
the mind is all—and all is light.
End
Subject: An exploration of a futuristic event where all minds exist in harmony in a republic like state quite democratic in essence.
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