The vicarious absolutism endeared herein is not necessarily out of sync with commercial interests. Lest we be regarded not a whit more valued than a discarded hygiene towelette, let me be emphatic. Certain well-placed characters are the key to unlocking the mysterious labyrinth of this reality-distortion field of furious inconsistency. Such hoopla is the stock in trade of many a well-respected shill, therefore, with no further ado, sink your teeth into this meat garden for the mind!
Elementar
Why do the rippling winds rake so?
Inside my skin I sense their influence
Embroiling my overwhelmed soul
Why does that fat sun shine so hot?
My iris allows light to show insight
But is this the vision I sought?
Why will the world spin endlessly?
My small part is the art of adaptation
To remembering all that will be
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"If it be now, ’tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come; the readiness is all. "
- William Shakespeare (1564–1616). The Tragedy of Hamlet Prince of Denmark
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