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. . .ah, yes, here it is ( the poet uncrumples the old paper and clears his throat...) Prakrti (prakruti) converges on non-existance as the gunas -- sattva, rejis and tamis -- approach equilibrium. Its just like a water pipe - volume, flow and resistance. The poet looks up with as if waiting for something. The small group that has gathered offers a meaningless blank look. You mean it isn't? 
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