I like that saying it makes it true. Not only the weightlessness but the unification of the word and the act, the thing, the reality.

When I was little, through some bout of logic, I figured that time was linear and dimensional to the point that time repeats itself instantly and forever just like when you put two mirrors to face one another. For some reason I wanted to destroy space/time by constantly repeating myself, constantly repeating myself,constantly repeating myself. Through the same bout of logic, these repetitions would become so voluminous that the mirrors would ripple and bend and ultimately shatter. Now I attempt to repeat myself by donning the same logic. Repeating the whole thing all over again.

It helps that my dreams can tell the future.