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Often I feel as though my body is like a sponge that soaks in aspects of everything around it. Sometimes it is frightening to know that this process is part of what it means to be alive on this planet in this time. In those moments when I am sponge-like, there are opportunities for discrimination. In this filtering system, objects, experiences or occurances of certain type are singled out. Concentrated together they form a collective force which exerts a power beyond colour and light.