Something I wrote. Everything from the dawn of time is just a reflection light mirrors darkness. Nothing is more powerful and insistent than a reflection. Two is many and has succeeded. But when many is two; many turns into more. Through this branch Chaos breathed refraction three two one. He hymned three six nine. Creativity. Perfection. Who could count higher? War. Love. If I=3 then I'm The Fourth Son I am a mirror. Thinking is a process of refraction. Solve for I
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