Glasgow, I just realized, having written this title down two days ago, is one of those words (if not entities) that has great things hidden inside it. With its circumambient array of hills, braes, and fells, Glasgow is the glow of go. You cannot do anything but go in Glasgow given its hill-strewn nature, especially if, like me, your third leg is a bicycle. And if you go, you necessarily grow, since going is the operating system of growth. And as all beings know, if you grow, and thus share a universal solidarity with all things (except 'man'), you necessarily glow. This is your 'cosmetic', not out of a tube but straight out of the cosmos itself: the glow of go, the glow of growth, the glow of Glasgow. In this way, the universe lives in the lining of your skin.
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