The World, All Of It (our Perception’s -anything’s) Is Pre-determined By Just One [a Single] Wavelength
The world, all of it (our perception’s -anything’s) is pre-determined by just one [a single] wavelength that can only be accurately graphed from an (X, Y) Linear Quadrant.
-Since this mathematical formula determines the resolution (i.e the location) of a molecule’s center mass, all numerical, atomic and radio frequencies... all energy is created through a singular identity “0″.
That equation between a fractal and a prime number concludes the necessity of a positive and a negative set of numbers.
If the higher and/or lower frequency of any known radio-wave is found exclusively throughout physics, our concept of mathematics are limited due to the symmetrical knowledge of quantum and geometrical patterns.
Centermass however, is always outside of any given shape or physicality of either mass or quantity.
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"Recompressioned chamber":
It works similar to a turbo for engines.
Whereas this, more power is enabled per consumed/spent ammunition by reinforcing pressure via opened/closed valves/moving-parts which activate/deactivate based on a chambered and/or fired bullet that is entering/leaving the chamber/barrel.
This method can Greatly improve effectiveness whilst reducing the length of the firearms barrel.
Story, “Inside the Days of Hell”
Center-mass is both inconsistent and also... Just as well,
Unpredictable.
Light is the only fraction that does not EVER repeat.
Spherical, and other curved objects and shapes are never made from bent lines, but instead, they are created due to the different degrees of angles.
There is a specific part surrounding a particle that does not change, and does not move. This is key to understanding everything in the sciences.
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.
Of the Kelp and the Koi
The ground was slabbed, and brimmed with rounded-smooth stone.
8 hours of precipitation and dew staggered... the trees and grass were waiting for a fresh set of footprints (it was a kind, a special type -one for sure, certainly) that would become unable to identify previous boot wearers.
I felt each cloud of mist, a kissing me softer than the world of humans around me.
My bare feet were humbled, similar to floating or walking on clouds... I felt it, truth. THE only words that made me (that forced me to continue) -to live.
Tiny moments are these... that only a value will compare to them.
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