you are taught, in all your life. if there's action, there will be reaction. the cause and effect. you drink too much. you must take a piss. it's the bumping between atoms. in this goddamn universe, every atom deserve it's own place. two atoms cannot inhabit a singel locus. there's always a certain place for a certain something. a time for every purpose. it's the celestial promise. the one we embrace so dearly. the lullaby tucking us in every singel night. the las rite in soothing our madness. you give a certain amount of effort and you expect an equal amount of return. you move a certain mass of atoms and you expect them to bump and move an equal mass of atoms. you have calculated, dispatched and directed your atoms to the target. and off they go. you see them running dowm the track as you have calculated before. you see the target standing, unmoved. the collision is pumpin in your heart. and then. nothing happened. not that your ball missed the pins. but it was as if the were only shadows. images made of thin air. how come a space occupied by a group of atoms, be occupied also by another group. at the same freakin' time? what the hell went wrong? the ball, the pins or the time?
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nothing is wrong, dude. there is something called the "X factor". Thats how, my friend - an ex atheist-, named God for the first time.
the letter above all....
nyerah sama faktor X ?
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