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By Jack Joseph Smith

ship is to carry no equipment or weapons. "What about that victory?" she inquired cryp- tically, yet with refrain, remaining outside of it, viewing. "You lose your mind to nothingness, but the nervous system is in stormy ovation." His mouth turns up like a duck catching crumbs, alone out there causing the only ripple on the pond. She laughs, as if she were tossing the bread. He looked to her, and then to the stars. She watched him, then followed his eyes. He contin- ued, "You and I are color. It is easy for us to blend, if we want to." But color is all around us from the beginning. We feel the color, and the color feels us. So we color our mind, because it's fun to

Original Scan

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AI Interpretation

GPT

This page turns a discussion of victory and identity into a meditation on color, perception, and the unstable boundary between self and atmosphere.

What matters here is not argument in a strict sense but drift in attention. The page moves from rhetorical challenge into a strangely tender theory of color, where experience seems to enter the body before thought can stabilize it.