so now what? direction found, seen, achieved, met, achievement, and suddenly anything that was up in the air comes crashing down, like artificial gravity being turned on, the space station starting rotation to achieve some semblance of up and down, and really, colors, hues, and saturations, black, white, 0-100%, the clarity of putting on glasses, putting in contacts, when the blur of myopia disappears, and the harsh lines of reality snap into place, and this hazy living, this ethereal life, the mist of getting up and sleeping and doing something inbetween will be replaced with a different colored fog, and it's not that shocking, it's not that surprising, it's not jarring or scary or unexpected. a next step, a journey, from one stage to the next, onward and upwards
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