<COMMENT>TWIST, FOR GOD'S SAKE</COMMENT>
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<P><JC><B>CHAPTER TWELVE: Duality
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<P>A cooperating sensual binding of thought and senses... A homeless man coughed. Spittle flew into the air... It was vivid. Rain poured down, making the roads sleek and wet, stirring the filthy scent of city into the air. The clouds churned above. Night. All safety had fled. 
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<P>Each step proved more exciting... Like he was accomplishing something, finally... The universe turned, and there was a blinding point of focus, and it was within him, and he knew it, and shaped it as sculptors do their sculptures. He knew all that was around him. And he walked through it. Down the center of the road... Slowly. In the wet blackness.
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<P>Dominic stopped. He stood in the center of the street in the rain. And he smiled.
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<P>He was feeling the world again. Like a marionette freed from its strings, there stood he, in the rain. Two police officer stared at him. Someone smoked a cigarette beneath shelter; The fumes it emitted bound with the very fibers of the universe and came only to Dominic. He knew what was there, and what was around the corner, and what was above him.
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<P>He walked again.
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<P>Shadows pooled hungrily over whatever surfaces they could find. Moments of gleaming light shimmering on surfaces that might mate with it broke the otherwise swallowing blackness.
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<P>The lights of Hong Kong illuminated everything.
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<P>Dominic slowly walked beneath those lights.
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<P>On occasion we have moments of breakthrough. Times when we feel we have discovered something wholly staggering, and some ultimate realization impacts us heavily.