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Thousands of these come together to make a digital image. What is it?
By the way, what never moves, wears shoes, sandals and boots, but has no feet?
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
It cannot be seen, it weighs nothing, but when put into a barrel, it makes it lighter.
I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.