How strange.

You mean we often bespeak an utter lack of awareness when we merge opposites while retaining a headstrong reassurance of isolatory reverence resulting from the bumbling vehemence of a dizzily divisive devotion to devourment?

Oh well. Guess we'll just have to settle for the crucial cacophony of our miserably crepuscular consciousness.


Have you experienced Life deprived of Drive? <insert ad here> Paradoxically (and intentionally), when cellular function becomes disordered, the capacity for Vitality (read: hedonism) is severely diminished; our poor human suffers the tribulatory witherment of lost Order.

Lessons learned:

The Punishment of lost Order is lost Energy.

The Fruit of Order is Energy.

The chain: Order begets Energy begets Function begets Vitality begets Chaos.

The proposal: Order is the Father letting the Child run wild through eternity with allowances of virgin x-to-see.

Rebel to Propel.

You get it yet? Your idiosyncratic fire fuels the coherence of your being. An ever-spiralling upbringing.

Knowledge has planted stars in Mystery's night sky. Their beautiful bond shall never break.

Love & Marriage. Their hands you'll take.