who needs to know? Can’t experience itself be a voice for thick minds? Wont the burden of all known wash away? I stumble upon the seen and the tests. Want to unlearn so much. The placid is not in me. The same world rule is applied where I didn’t wish, opportunities are still existent. Crumble, cast into an adventure.
This taking of the inert body into a crux of thoughtless material would not be obscured nor befriended. Life is itself when we are not. All one needs to do to escape escapism is see the lit candle against a surface and eschew the seem less. Actuality is actually a very dizzying corner, the subtle with the praxis contain musings on prolific potentiality. Steadily though, one can come to an understanding of right minded basics.
Bias removed is actuality proscribe as sequence for vermillion hypothesis restating chemistry. Life is not the end of musings and does not contain itself as self but being. Neutrality within formulaic assertions gave rise to the unmistakable quirk that once was ethical.
If a Christ living child conceived ill the manner lived, the boundaries for tolerance were brought out of darkness and made of light. Where were the well preserved past identities of what could not be made practical? Then, at the most, life is a manifestation of the unseen.