"The key to the Universe is in the dance-floor," told me, God, while time had stopped, and my ego dissolved into the music. I felt so happy, perhaps the happiest. Though how could I make sense of it? My brain is too small, language too short. I almost get it though: the question, the answer, the point of being alive, the nature of reality. I couldn't explain it, but wow did I feel it. It was on the tip of my tongue."
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