The future is so clear to me that I'm blinded by the transparency. How can I learn to fly when wings are out of my reach?
Who are you, Aanchal? Where from you come? Where are you going to? Where are we going to? Imagine that there are aprox. 10,000 km between us in this moment, but there is not a problem for communication. Faster and faster. Walking in the sky, between satellites, our minds are sharing faster and faster. What's next?
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