I Don’t Think Another Single-handed Proggramist Could Have Ever Created A More Simplexed-form Of Itself.

All photographs are pictures of the past.

"Flaking Knives".

The edge of the blade(s) continue to peel/flake away, which process causes the blade to expose a new, ever-sharpening edge line.

This process is finite, considering the limited functioning nature of the design.

I’ve a world, larger than any intergalatic measurement! Who speaks of one planet, that has returned to itself...

The one and ONLY reality each being of Godliness has ever known?

-These are the EXACT people that have either lost or sacrificed everything!

THEY DO NOT KNOW! Universes are beyond a shape or color...

That’s what makes the knowledgeable idea so ideal and perfection

“just mediocre”.

Punishment is like a handful of fiery-granules, test-tubes.

It makes too much sense to 'bed' a person, before you actually sleep with them.

Have I lost, you? Or do we simply just forget what love is meant to be? -I am dying (you should know?)

The most strenuous test of a physical or quantum question begins,

and it ends with the contest of curvature (or degradation) in a linear, line.

"The best story is written within a closed book."

The velocity tells where the position is. Due to a definitive fact, such as the traveling speed, one can calculate where it will be, thus... The location.

If the question of "what is a particle?" Is asked, it would be subjected to the environment in which it has been placed. Because each and every physical thing in our existence, we reflect or "perceive" is a projection.

This natural observation/understanding is how blind or deaf people still "see" color, or "hear" sound.

It is also why we as a species can continously learn, forget, or change information.

Because any context: past, present and future, are memories. We are constantly expelling energy, outward thus, we live out our thoughts, before we can act upon any of them, with our emotion(s) or "vibrations". We can (inevitably) travel faster than the light that built us, within very few exceptions.

For real physists only

The Cell of “Noram Genes”

“I forgot the story... written so long before. It began with a younger fella. A boy, actually.

He didn’t know beyond the cemetery, nor walls of the laboratory.

One cell was sent into creation (an alternative to the already overstated death) through a reflective necessity.

Isn’t that the most iconically ironic coincidental concept?

“Life balances itself as often as necessary, without an insecurity.”