"The Best Story Is Written Within A Closed Book."

The mechanic of a cell...

Its creation of organisms.

Dots and lines... an endless sense of mass.

--The infinity of eternal circles and spheres.

Uncomparable

Light is (or can become) calculated through a cubic and ‘square’-based mathematical equation. One, where, the formula dictates the understanding of how a “beam” or a “linear-state” can showcase the light into a three-dimensional graph on an X, Y axis.

This particular formation of an undefinable and indefinite mass (infinity if we may) is produced through the most comprehensive and entirely unique collision of frequencies

-In essence, the principality or “law” of light MUST include (without question) the mass of a singular particle, the speed of

An object can only expand or contract, solely due to the singular mass that is used to formulate it.

You’ll know death, personally. She’s the testimony of rituals, a choir hymn.“

Questions only comfort, knowledge.

“Growth is painful. Change is painful. But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.”

— Mandy Hale

"I think being in-love with someone is knowing you will (in any and every way) always be the focal point of their hatred. There is, then, to never be given the chance to be valued. Not for the person you are, or who you will ever become...

Perhaps that is "true love"? It changed everything for one person, who honestly... could only love themselves?"

The cobblers' stone was broken into chips, gripping around the outside edges of each crease where every seismic material had previously collided. She bridged the water & hell; the type that once (upon many occasions) stole both ships and land. I reached outward, attempting to hold her hands, just before the tide, it already washed away her blond hair with a physicists laboratories and chemicals. She was a trash, a waste. Most men (nor other women) could fathom her eternal value. Love, love -she was my ONLY love. This was, after all, the story of... "How One Little Life": a tiny woman, weakened the mortal's god-forged shields and these swords of our armies.

"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.

All photographs are pictures of the past.

"A mechanical bullet that transforms by continuously reverting the surrounding frontal portion of the ammunition, which is realigned inside/behind the remaining metal, so that the bullet can inflict repeated (yet limited) increased damage."

I don’t have one concern for a soldier, a nation, nor a God. I worry only for the fate of theories that have been designed to disprove them.