Or that you, yourself, does,
No one's had life-changing epiphanies,
Or grand revolutions,
It's all a ripple in a vast ocean,
A crinkle in a page,
A great boulder pushed up a mountain top,
Only to roll down, then pushed up again,
Or perhaps your pattern's not so acute,
To repeat more than once,
A bio infused with a randomness,
That every human hunts,
Because we thirst,
For something more than us,
As if each one of us is so unique,
We break the mold of this vast universe.
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