motion through the struggles that be…

the get to the other end of the problem, the solution, you must first ask the question that you wish to answer. the motion can take a person out of the picture, but not all deeds are dark and deceptive as that they would seem through my words. hurdles are all over the place on the way to the destination that you require to be at peace with who you are. the machinations of the minions are the structure of this unity. ancestors dressed in furs of length, and harbingers of a new faith. the money was always spent, and the function has always been the same to make others grimace in fear of a plague of marauders, the rich ones fathom the fringe of thrift, but with the lens of hubris or ennui firmly in place over the eye. the advice cuts like a knife through scraps of life, and the portrait of wisdom is worse for the fear of reproduction. on the line, and trying to escape from nowhere. the depth the soul makes us see in far more than three dimensions, the fourth is mind as a realm to other places, and a fifth dimension would require us to see beyond some of the more helpless human emotions we are privy to relative to our five senses on the way to the superhuman. more than a physical reality, but the lighted path between fear and death, we have created our own virtual casket to bring about an interesting demise. the passion is still there, but intriguing kept through a cage of bars and guards. a fascinating attempt at control nonetheless. the thrill of the grace of feeling for the reasons that be. gods are us beyond reasonable doubt. beyond belief, and too intense for words to say or describe accurately. the struggles are what move us forward through our acute world display. each path a separate understanding to the same angle of visions. sights like celestial peace in a cosmic shift. solar winds soaring the vessel through vistas of unknown probability. potential of creative sensation, horizontal grand scale wheel of static, and we still betray the unity of experience. the data might hold true that we are viral, but we possess a degree of polite most animal royalty can understand, with only a moral guideline to point the way. the depth of delivery in words cryptic and utterly abstract cannot be denied, but access to all is limited to those that can understand, connecting through relative information wheels that we all seem to cycle around as we communicate. we affect as much as we get affected, and it surges back and forth between denizens within the same paradigm of interaction, allowing for other entities to thrive off of the residual energies of the motion. an imaginative glance at the wiles of the hive gives rise to analysis of the detailed communication between these living forces. with questions of intellect turning from the emotional realm to the moralistic, and even into the religious territories of wonder. hurdles and experiences one-and-all, but not without certain rewards to be had. the machine grants the probability for success, and a contented cog is an effective piece of movement, free of distractions and earnest to better progress. the motion turns it on.
Thanks, khet.