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B"H eastern scope of the horizon, feelings of the past just about to become now. Fading out associated with the mo ve ment of now into the past the future absorbed into it, the only reality molecular substance that is but an illusion of properties that conduct current in an electromagnetic field. Pictorial impressions co mmunicated as space are configured laterally to stimulate the combined visio n of both eyes working in perfect harmony. Scratches and smudges at the top of the page seem to stretch forward at angles slanting towards the botto m of the page; giving the effect of a two dimensional wall s pace close to my range of vision. The diminution of 90 -degree lines' heights appear as distance betwee n the start and ends of the parallel lines, to seem far away; either in time or space. I am staring intently into the canvas, yet the distant past comes into view only as light shades of squiggles and so forth, representing light shining into view unha mpered by substantial resistance. It's as though the void overtakes the substance o f existence, and my aged mind actually seeks co mfort in a void filled by stillness of silence. Colors lose dignity, and shape its individuality - as motion returns to the silence. The magnificent reality of perception is that the soul can depict images across large spans of time as though even making a greater impression on one 's thinking than the reality present in front of his eyes. The eart h turns around its elliptical core while simultaneously circulating around the sun at a different angle ; spritzing electrons align themselves in a n electro magnetic prescience that seemingly combines all substance that ever existed into every mo ment of time. This gravitational magnetis m has a functional apparatus in the core of our Pineal Gland, that point in which all perception in my mind is trans mitted to a range of external stations, those beyond the realm of perceptions that identify my personage . Similarly, as is known, the sense of balance is dependent on so me stones rolling around in the ear chamber and their tympanic percussions ; knowledge that comes to us by way of sound that is centrifugally charged by some the vestibulocochlear organs, which bow dow n in obedience and obeisance to survival instincts. This truth pertains to all of the five senses . My own definition of the sixt h sense is that process of mentation that computes and pro cesses all sensation perceived by the molecular organs of every elementa l structure in question. 121