What is the catalyst within us that combines with our organs, leading us to an overdose of adrenaline-like sensations, when we re-process something that is already complete? Why does this happen?
I do not know of any man or woman in their lifetimes who have not altered, modified, or processed something that was already complete, giving it a new material life. Something created for a certain reason, for a given objective that we no longer consider appropriate to continue along its original path in time. We are so motivated to alter materials, as if we almost transmit a distress signal for their priorities in life, drawing us in as if we are zombies, determined to reach a precise objective. The alteration of matter, shaped into artistic creations with exercises of style, leading us to a precise address:
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