Once upon a time, you - only half yourself - waited wished that some 1 in 150 million white knights would fight through the acid swim the equivalent of 4-5 miles in 12-48 hours - choose the right and lose his comrades only to crack open your shell and become you inside you - inseparably united and constantly divided. One plus one equaling not two, but infinity. All those copies somehow know exactly where to go to become legs or arms or brain or eyes, dependent only upon placement and the unwritten rules wrapped up inside them. That you, both halves now wholly united, grew out and up to be a singular you - is a miracle of anatomical proportion. And now, once upon another time a whole you - still just half yourself - waits wishes for some 1 in a million knight in shining Converse to fight through the questions date the equivalent of a shelf full of Barbies - choose the right and lose his comrades only to crack open your makeup mask and become you inside you - inseparably united despite all around divided one plus one equaling not two, but infinity and that all those tomorrows somehow will know exactly where to go to become forevers. That two, whole halves wholly united grow past and through to become one singular Two is a miracle of sociological proportion. Believe in it.
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