The Sun is popular in our society. And for good reason. Using its nuclear power, it lights up half the world. The other half gets theirs too, a fact that could be prioritized as a sort of fulcrum for living amidst so many lively processes. This creates a dialectic between dark and light. In both light and dark you can posit ideas in the insistence of which you can live. This might sound complicated but only because you complicate. Compassion should be the simplest word to understand. Remember, the sun doesn't have to be there. A bunch of actions occurred randomly--over and under time--and, lo, the sun appeared, and other things, even life on earth. Not just the Bible says so. Very serious people understand that sunlight hits those reactors in green plants and that produces the gumption that plants thrive on. In that, you resemble a plant. Take that as just one example. Cycles of growth and surcease spin in the hollows of this life that defines the life of living. Philosophers and people think about this stuff constantly, even without thinking at all. It may seem like a narrow road you trod but you can learn to bear and fill the beams of love. And then you transform into the wide and inclusive expanse. It is the light sun shared. You can say thank you, it would not hurt.
From the thing itself, beyond seasoned aptness. Life is like living but blurred by you were listening. Aspect ratio telemetry in myriad languages smooth as rocks approaches time to look. Words piece together things or things find words. Endlessness is a choice, written big in words as shiny as geese. Words simply take the time in radiation and radical point. Stein wrote the heft of nothing special, start there or whatever. You can slowly adjust the franchise, commodity's inner workings. Subglacial quips, subliminal washouts, frantic azure in the breeze of frosty Friday: these special sparking hallways slyly enjoin. Maybe you read too much into reading too much. Further on is where you’ll stay.
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