Each is by debate—scaling consciousness, analyzing
improbability. So much to trust reality, as if knowing reality, as opposed to
one grand illusion. Adoring souls—measured by credibility, heaving up time;
much is by distaste, disaster, dysfunction—as products of humanity—learning as
we yield more mistakes—the errors of adults, moved by emotion, the claim is
pure analytics. By observation, deeper in a trance, to see energies in cosmic
justice; the field unyielding, regardless of facts, in pains to understand raw
circumstance, plus, participation—souls continue to undo. In finding one’s
wits, furthering the emptiness, as loved by spirits—so balanced between impetus
and mentalism, first cause and results, nor were others, objective in respects.
When caring for a person, one desires the best in that person, otherwise, one
desires nothing.
