Nether Memory Nor Injustice Can Forget the Forgotten HERO of All Heros.
The Blue Hero. Himself...no one either on this paper nor any other may notice unwillingly, that has noted it yet on paper. There is only one time we forgot for this...
no matter_no light
anti-matter_quantum light
Any more I do not have the life in me to win, at an argument I cannott, you see, committ a crime, per say, a deviant act of actual any one thing. (Contrapolation) radio carbon signals, cyphers and letters for inscriptions. (Bills All Ready Payed) (Long Side The Creek) (Plenty Of Vegatation) (Make the Tree House Smaller)
Write a book/telephone me
Any way when I began this book it was not yet 2016, and the first day of winter, previously, and intertwined in the affair was a bad fault of mine, conseptually...a that wind-weaving can be dangerous sometimes...in waters so deep and ocean trecherous. But alas we have made a miracle of our selves so to speak, also. Come to the worship service any way any one is acceptable, just as log as you cause no service untoevil, but be delivered, that is liberate ones self from this disdain of corruption and violent control over the harm of other or ones self and be well. If there is a story to tell about things of such, I have found many of them with in the Testament of God. This is a story of such. This is a story of many predictions and permanent problems unsolved...Mysterious Nature Is Always in this sincerity...certainly not unabtrusive is this population of inherent idiosyncracies that to end in this point of being stable. Consider that within contained matter there is formulative and morphic substance correalating with time, within dimensionally, a considerable amount of electricity and heat, making energy possible to be contrived for means of particularly nothing. Ever. Forever. Understood? Now reverse this containment within your visualizing mind. Close your eyes and open them. Is nothing the same as before we began? No Conciderably even no more not at all. Understood.
Subsequent After Affects
Now that you have read this book-stuff...envelope your self in studying from your own mathematics, those, numbers of which relate mostly and/or only to you, alone. What typre of significancies are you able to have results in experimentally if there were only more light to this subject...to me it is a task of mathematicians to have the ability to correlate numbers with a twist of relative perception and bring light to things of natural settings alike...in order for this to be practiced there are only difficulties of creativity and talents of origionality. If you don't know, you may have never experience in the subject, this one of evolutionary mathematics therein being in the sense of astronomy. So please remember, do not take yourself overly serious and consider that the world in which we experience reality is only a reflection of multi-facited organisms that
only know essentially them selves, by them selves and on and on. What I mean to say is nothing can become alot if enough energy is focused upon it. Thaink of that, ever projectively.
With Rachel gone, by the time of writing this book Lucynda has passed away, too. Life prevails and goes on and on. Amongst all the weather and the turbulence of living creatures of my life around the times and self-betterment I know there is hope still for any...any life out there, though it is wrong to deny it and sulk into self-reverences and dillusion, etc. People have a bad way of letting themselves get the best of each other, sometimes. They can even blame this on me too, very easily. Why can you not know that I do not be you victim. Deny. Now this book is over and so is my way of explaining this goodness to me; this goodness of my experiences along side my last two companions, and I will never forget these characters. I will love them for always, so have a nice day and a nice time with your lives and with all you have and don't give up on you selves. Thanks.
Strings In The MystI learned that in speaking of love towards a man's own tears makes a man disillusioned and delusional of the fancifull aspects of clairity (besides not being able to visually see) within the mathematical explanations. I have had to offer this to you as proof and evidence that of which pertain, everlastingly and/or faithfully, in full effect. Moreover speaking of it, I had learned to recall the things and items of course which do parrallel reality (windowing) absolutely and proportionally not at all, much. There is so much information I have left out that I must admit that this book must end now, not quite so unlike gendakin experiments (respectfully). Some insufficient to no real means to an end. A way of truth is a skeptics paradise analytical corrections. Not a thing there is that I can do but hope hope that this young girl will get a chance to review my charade_this tiny bit of information, from this information age. Maybe she is a being from the days when this life and body and mind are past. Of course, so to say, I would need in so much as to notice...at least she is a girl to whom I may never ever occur to, in person.
When I write this book-I say-it is always and in all ways pure to be incomplete. It is the only way to (for me to know myself; this of my opinion) illude to this "aether." A chaotic order of the unknown mythos. So, when you may not percieve you must be blind (not to all things may you see that may you at least percieve something, synchronically). I am explaining this blindness and of a localized relativity-geographically, in reference, so to speak. If, therefore, we may only know how to light the darkness with knowledge responsibly...there is an answer to my self-help question(s) and to myself in response.
Am I really making that much of a difference to my self? You might have wondered already. I am reality, in hence, I may not exist without time and space as percievable actions and reactions of my self co-existing; as a process of matter and ever durable electricity, that in which from it's own evolution, originates creativity. Lectures On Philosophy And Lectures

Staying home will not make your life any more social than most. Working makes a person social. We see now we have a natural syncronicity of sorts, psysiologically and astronomically. Lost or found, why can we only prove that there are only four dimensions. What created these
dimensions? Is the Big Bang to be of blame? The Cosmos is coiled to strings and the unknown. Or so to say, dark matter, dark energy and ordinary matter. Politics and mystics can only be servitude and solitude for the theorists and theologins. Maybe a ball of yarn being chased by a cat is some how over whelming. Maybe children are the only answer to the lost rooms of time with in our fire places and hearts. Children did create these dimensions and the Big Bang. Darwin was once a child. Mozart was once a child. Einstein was once a child. George Washington was once a child. Similarities in this aptitude require alot of comparisons, though relentlessness and peace of mind are confusing, even compaired to reason. Scientific reason and knowledge. Of a well to do shine and clairity, I would not be surprised...so we contrive to overacheive and compete. No choice about staying alive and remaining in a well of order. Chaotic isn't it. Having said this, already, we see that I have made the chalk board clean. And written:
x=abcd
More over I have taken the time, previously, to examin the effects of Quantum Electrodynamics (QED) and Electrostatics. Meanwhile, exophysicists everywhere have been interested within the heart of Quantum Astronomical Observations, and in the form of recollapsing magnetic marbles.
Make me away, and window yourself. You'll see. Can you breathe? May only ever
afetr be. I say. How paralizing. And without pain.
Any one number between 0.5 and 1.5 is
infinite.
All numbers in between 1 and 0 is infinity. x=abcda*
In time.
in time, we have x=0.5*1.5*1*0(0123456789)
0=0
x=abcd (t>12) xt2=abcd
0123456789 is ten numbers.
So we have
Extra time to know your dimensions, four (skipping ahead). 96.3456.24
As opposed to:
x=24*144*24*4
And now, presuming we have cromzones in our egglike reality, think of exobiology and astrobiology.

Therefore-
Breif Note:
x=331776, y=7962624
Ax+Ay+Az=B*
One question I've had...what am I? All throughout your life you will need to make your own origionallity that which will impart the scientific answers yu will become to know and love. When finished with my writings, please be sure to erase any previous knowledge of undertanding and realization of corruption and/or equality in those eyes of you who will never find justice in daily life while tomarrow never holds the same truths that you will focus upon when relending me your attention to how hypocritical my mathematics become. One more thing; never, ever, under any circumstances, in the least bit, become more than unknown to this information as you must now cite, as needed (even if by doctor or by presciption) in order to incorperate a style not unlike any other than your very own (statistics may vary). Charts may not be drawn and all must be blind folded and not harmed. For more information call 1.859.234.3510 (telephone). This will reach James Patton Wilson of WilAllen Acres (Wild Islands Of The Cross). Nearly 5000 years ago there were men and women just like you and me fighting for reasons not to be unknown...What's with the one-legged fly being eaten by the out of water and choking goldfish? Are they crossing the road instead of the chicken? Can Earth really be so SAFE AGAIN? May we all die a brand new life refilled and carbon copied back into the stars we were given birth from? Save time now and act from within. It is only once we begin our paths forward do we know how to stop. But are we actually not moving? What are we? What am I? Cosmologist, doubely so. Five satelites are headed our way...though two out of the five are twin satelites...Net them together and whatch them with your television screen. I know I am for I am being. Are beings good for observation or only entertainment? I only wish to make it agreable. The unknown. The uncomprehensable forever shake of a universe and it's model contained within, our home. In this book I have focused on the scale of physics, that shake, a wave and a ripple of the other side of black holes, here, on this subject in this lecture for what? An idiosyncratic altruism...It is clearly not possible to unify physics entirely. Fine tune my meaning of this literature. My point is crystal clear and obvious (x=abcd).
Now we are at the end of our races time in this solar system and we've to decide whether or not to slide back into the new found black hole (the one that our star of Earth will probably become, eventually) or to interstellar travel, in an attempt to outrace this violent cosmic death. Maybe there is a way to live longer within the black hole, considered there we are brave enough to find our Einstein-Rosen Bridge to another way of life through hyperspace, or we tarry on escaping the black

hole and obviously go on with our space ships past the galaxies' Andromeda and Milky Way and into very empty spaces forever. If we are brave enough to grasp this concept, I believe that, in order for science to prevail, even if it is possible that we have gone into this black hole and time warped back to the beginning of our man kind's Dawn (we would have "killed ouselves as babies"), hence then we must know these Lambda Eta set of field equations:
xy=tabcd
(*)rm=4xty
H-B-T(e)^BAO=x(abc)
x=abcd abcd[CMB(9)]+[BAO(8)]=[HBTe(45)]-[SNe(11*7)]/[(E^hvWy)x] Ax+Ay+Az=B*
*See Scientific Method For Contentment And Humility *Use Inspiration For Evolutionary Creation And Continuity
Congratulations
To The Eco-Friendly Planet
Patton Wilson
686657.ehd9(401-17-3730_W96-849-266)
Dear God,
Thanks to Rachel Elizabeth Burd (r.i.p.)
For ever follow your memories to the islands and the stars of heaven...three lines; triangle compaired
to a circle, with in a box. In side this box also is located the map and keys to a future of expedition
mountaineering and reconnaissaince exobiologist hermetic degree 9.686657 (Planetary Society) robotic
explorer marsian probe dweller burial proceedings: time capsule from year 2017 and with information to
computer sciences and manuels and technical field guides...survival equipment-radio tower/solar panels.
Base power grid wind power generator and oxygen suplies (for high altitudes). Good journey ARCH-RACHEL.
All my love to you, you'll be missed, never forgotten, to me...on and on.Another Note:
I find myself alone__seeing my dim life pass and fade through time. Yesterday I returned valiantly from Mars. The terraforming project...the one that failed me_I am greeted someimes, deep here in my sleep, by a young woman whom, says over my unconscious body, while I lay in my bed, that she is "from Rachel." I awake in pain and sweat and can only write down in my journal about these findings; to a matter of about complete and secure confidentiality. Lusting over my dreams to be more conclusive, I inform my therapist about the way I feel (about Rachel and about my dreams)...this young woman arrives while I am (usually) helpless, however seemingly__and sad...
She says-"There is a light in my heart for you_there is a light in our eyes_do not give me away." she says-"let me not fall into the perception of jepardizing this mutual dream we percieve." She continues-"Remember this well; I believe you to be my only parrallel from a future where all is totality, all is static, all is finite...without our hands joined together, now," (HER HOLDING MY HANDS) "then all is for ever plain and and bland and also not worthwhile____will you understand?" Then she disapears after saying this to me and I wake up, crying for more information.

I learned that in speaking of love towards a man's own tears makes a man disillusioned and delusional of the fancifull aspects of clairity (besides not being able to visually see) within the mathematical explanations. I have had to offer this to you as proof and evidence that of which pertain, everlastingly and/or faithfully, in full effect. Moreover speaking of it, I had learned to recall the things and items of course which do parrallel reality (windowing) absolutely and proportionally not at all, much. There is so much information I have left out that I must admit that this book must end now, not quite so unlike gendakin experiments (respectfully). Some insufficient to no real means to an end. A way of truth is a skeptics paradise analytical corrections. Not a thing there is that I can do but hope hope that this young girl will get a chance to review my charade_this tiny bit of information, from this information age. Maybe she is a being from the days when this life and body and mind are past. Of course, so to say, I would need in so much as to notice...at least she is a girl to whom I may never ever occur to, in person.
When I write this book-I say-it is always and in all ways pure to be incomplete. It is the only way to (for me to know myself; this of my opinion) illude to this "aether." A chaotic order of the unknown mythos. So, when you may not percieve you must be blind (not to all things may you see that may you at least percieve something, synchronically). I am explaining this blindness and of a localized relativity-geographically, in reference, so to speak. If, therefore, we may only know how to light the darkness with knowledge responsibly...there is an answer to my self-help question(s) and to myself in response.
Am I really making that much of a difference to my self? You might have wondered already. I am reality, in hence, I may not exist without time and space as percievable actions and reactions of my self co-existing; as a process of matter and ever durable electricity, that in which from it's own evolution, originates creativity.
QED-ElectroStatics_Cosmology
Or, rather QESMD (Quantum ElectroStatic Mechanics and Dynamics)__EXOPHYSICS and BIOPHYSICS, or CHEMICAL EXOBIOPHYSICIST_x=abcd___.____

I've become irresistably bland, now...sorry_next chapter (don't use the paper-book for a tissue when crying about it)...  Part B-Sequel

Phoca groenlandica play the harp from heaven or hell (I don't know)...Oh, small seal, prevail. Antarctica calls you on the telephone wormhole time vortex electromagnetic effects...process your greenhouse effects, too, and don't forget to washCK ME to thine ground and I shall stand. Stand and I shall burn to fires and fall again to fight...give me mine poisons and fall I shall a more though stand too twain again and cry myself to life.
In your service of gratitude the more I am the more I am differed and afraid and sad...you are your strength not for mine own celebacy and love, though charity and hoplessnesss above...let, oh, God whom has allowed me my creation within my essentialities and forgive me mine afflicted sinfull ways. Please, oh, God, I praise you, my savior and His SAINTS. Above all to secretly...allow them all to know you the way that should forth be taught and referred into confession and truthfullness and BAPTISMS Holy Sacred Divine and Wize. Now we shall not hinder our friends and family with out being punished for our sins by God Almighty whom of such, dwelleth in the temples of ever known Heaven for ever and ever, Amen.

It is as if we could actually skip a stone by throwing a pebble upon pure light it's self and perceiving reality an zygote...Telepathy and television (PK) healings of the mind for other may prove insecure for men to process and progress through time and space evidentally and purely advantageous also affermed at a hopefull positivity of a wellfare for our small being in life (even death and programmable technologies). I do not know how much we may potentially overcome and/or also must necessarilly need for to overcome, also, endure damages and afflictions (i.e. pains, malfunctions, or good well beings)...though keep in mind the purity of truth and good humour for discoveries and/or tradgedies, according, esp. manuels of law and lawmen/women. Faith and trust...remember esp. you reap what you sew, and a harvest should be realistic and necessary altruisms.

Men and women decide wavelengths and vibrations sometimes throughout what not technological naturalities and intentions. When a decision is made sin depends on judgement, though if a person were to trip and fall accedentally and not get up it doesn't actually mean he or she has sinned. If a person were to die when they fall from a trip, then where did they go to if they are somehow able to stand back up and go about their life if, per say, they forget that they even had a near death experience or did die and we were somehow driven back to life, what does it matter to be a responsibility to anyone but the subject whom passed away? Like a rite of initiatives or an out of body experience or astral projection in space away from earth, then back again over a certain period of time/space dimesion(s) relative to this brave soul and sentient traveler. Quantum. Understand. What then would be the responsability to one (subject) who could not purpously travel extra-relatively a great distance to a means of even returning before they even fell? Then, where did this subject come from? From within a quandry of perplexion a relative paradox of vortex or a wormhole, maybe even from within any star or black hole or
anomaly paranormal and may it seem (purely seem) Godly or Revolutionary a'kin to abnormal____So where are we?
All ways in the same place mindfully of one self then. Yes? Perception. We may live in stems of trees and outlying branches and backwards realities of such beings____we do breath with them; we need life for life...for the life and survival that we are within. Hypothetically bliss is joy, you are hapiness, and I am a blasfeme.
Part B-Assassin Astrophysics Defense Doctrine
I don't know how to kill a person that's weight is 000 pounds.. What's life to them? They got a gravitational pull alone____collapse the planet...Superetarded. I just am that. But still there is hope...for the beautiful. And the talented...and esp. the popular____these in which are natural states of affinities-where people live and flourish...
I am sorry for the analogies, but in my life, I do not dance a cakewalk all the way to heaven or even hell, ever...immortal. I, you see, am similar to a leper or a psychic or some one disfigured a bit from life's scars and stupidities, enough, not to have hardly a friend or even a wife or a lover, even stephen still though, granted, life goes on so far as I can see. I need no sense of guilt or self-pride much. More than that I need no flattery nor false advertising bestowed upon me...time's pretty quick upon an unknowable celebrity, isn't it?
For her sake, at least.
And now we see a bit of ashes at the cemetary that's all that's left of her. Anyway, she was my first and last kiss____Now, what a psychologist would want to know about concerning me is if I'm okay or if there's anything I would like to talk about or if maybe this is correct placement for job entitlement and then moves on to some other place...to be a psychologist. Maybe to avoid disaster. No socialite disaster. No waste of time, I suppose. Yet a feeling of somberness. I care. Yet, I feel empty.
Good-samadhi, za'zen, satouri.
The sky is blue, life is green, the ocean is a sea in a multitude of many universes, that of truth. What happens when things get tough, people go steady...I suppose they want me angry and rebelious as all art is to them is a supeflouse contest.

They win, though. Since they need it I guess. That's all any won one for a signing. Just beat someone else. Souns easy and nice to a dumb mind? I'm allright though. There's is a philosophy of sore winners; eventually one thy invented for all so that they may never loose.Those who fell to build temple walls were only blindly sacrificed and never know for ever and keep the walls strong...Invaiders stay away the more evil your temple becomes, why not make you walls out of dead babies...let the ghosts stay and rejoice the everlasting pain of recognition____all they are given to feel is pain.
To a philosopher who is designed him/her self to win; laughter heals all wounds...The lost are not found. The found are not lost. Fire is ciclical like ancient agriculture so, let my temple my scars be bodily. Estranged though may it calculate my words are an ink for circumfrences.
Soldiers are equal to extradition and no one will be able to know how I love you so...
Part C-Spring Pond Quartz And Healing The Totally Of A Civilization
He smashed the shit out of her to show her how much she hurt him...Because he was a victim and an unimportant man to her he fell today alone and died at the age of 79 years of age. Even still she loved him...though never but did a thing for him, excepted to leave him for another man____because he was in love with her at the time.
I don't guess it is too bad to be left alone. He must have fell hard though, hewas in alot of pain suffering there of old age and lonliness. Almost a blessing in disguise. That's what the doctor had said, when he found out. The town graveyarde did not hold his funeral there in their city...The farmers next door put the poor man on a raft and set fire to it and whith his ancient ashes he was carried out to the center of the pond, where, heroisly, the man's bodily remains were cremated...they all walked away kinda' depressed. They had not even known them. That poor old man.
Maybe that's where I am from-that pond in the flaiming future____falling isn't easy for every one. Some times, I'd say death might feel good. The release, I guess, you know, not too bad, maybe, just scarey; what with every thing turning black and with loosing the senses. White light engulfing what's left of perception and that's all! No one really knows what death is actually like, do they? I mean who the hell actually lived to tell the tail? Heh, no matter. I gonna win at life, not death I said to myself when I was young (a young varment). Anyway I am beginning to doubt that at an ever increasing rate I think I've lost my life yet, just kinds dangling, hanging on for dear love (though it probably never will come knocking again). I thought I'd write a note or somehting, saying: BE KIND KEEP OFF MY GRASS IF YOU NEED ME I JUST BE GOVERNMENT
BREAD-thanks.My twin children. The both of them becoming, two girls...ready for life. Pass you by as it comes. Play me a lullaby, sing me to tearful rests, unknown for the mother we've lost, or just found. Hope filled futures of mystical dreamscapes and scientific findings. Theological expectations and the steps we need to walk the ways the cobblestoned road of evolution. With enough time at nothing and treehouses to build, enough to accomplish for at least treasures thought not of you...time capsules within. And weather predictions an apparatus has been constructed for a contraption of ethos or reasoning...at will, there is a way.

A new message for my beloved daughters and the tea table nailed to the top of their playhouse, nice and peacefully, quaint and serene, the yard and their dolled out playhouse...an eye for sound dreamer. Waking with the idea. You opened your eyes first from within me. You opened my heart. My lessons are now likened unto pure chastity as and there withstanding the natural connection to our perception of this interested experiences, there of the specialists of certain an amount of one or two separate fields. The three of us all in someway bummed on the mathematics of natural selection. And not going in separate directions. We form a class of the unknown already. Conglomerated about a truth and two imaginary truths. Another, time and the compatible parallel of the blank page, or the new born ren. Fly or die. Not to say a figure of dimensions

could be learned by stating that the Trinity of God or the naturalist point of view in a state or moreover beneficial government can and will be given time as an allied force of natural surroundings. Compair how civilisation has had so much to look back upon. With such comfort and/or safety much less written? The first books are for development as is the suplimentary promotions. Can you say that a mother has passed on to another world...Yet to leave be a memory of passing and celebrated works...another blessing in knowledge that graces us is that determination through this active experience has brought about a sense of clarity to our documentation. Evident as it may be necessary to retain an accomplishment. Any of much worth to history. A such history of many much ways of remembering things even learned

or unlearned...people whom in family trees of such accord bring light to reason after a lifetime has already passed. Into the mystical unknown to sleep of a worth of newcomings for those left behind, for all we will be and long lasting to become.
You see I am only of a male perception. I the fratenite must be given a duty for your safety and relative world(s). I am sought to entertain your notions of mindfulness. As is, you there the children of a wealthy security to socially stable parameters must be giving in to notice, here with total openness. Sit lady like and let me see you present finally. In my hand I've an object. Open your books to page 45. In the book of chromosome. And place your palms upward so that I may kiss the hand of my students. Here at home school, we are.

And alone. And ready the ways of focus to specifically only two aspects of thought...mind and body. However romantic this is, must now to say of numbers and letters. To sensuality and cleanliness, my sincere respects...this kiss of wishes and prayers. There will be no more of this eroticism. Only in the speaking of education, anatomy or medicine. To unruling? At your ages again of that of both ten years old? Yes? Good, yes. Now we move on...your names? Smiles alike, and soldier salute; this is not a joke. If there is a question of conduct I will give you a choice. Kiss your hand, or each other's or mine, or none. All of the above? Thought experiment of course, yet my records show of one Dolores E. Wilson and one Samantha E. Wilson. Present? Yes, very well. All in good hands and disciplined etiquette.

Now the wavelength of x to 24. y+1=25. As of course numbers represented either way by letters. (10,14,24) derivative (0.041666666). x=abcd. One more number besides chromosome count. 45+1. This lesson begins. This naturalism has its utilitarian resourcefulness. How ever before relative self explained assertions to the explanation not unlike paradox invented languages.
Much to much to do with opinion not the ways of absoluteness. No definite script for progression of the individual singularity. The signal of self faith must be liberated, however gracefully, yet what would you kiss if you even exist? If you did not, however live to kiss in extreme cases, what to do, with a future for dutiful worth. That there in triumph or both victory and accomplishments a detail for subsequent triles and weathered foothold.

Some thing of this. My breathe, my quiet talk. A book not be a resource unto reality most accurate accordingly bright towards those less shadowed actions of windowing. Shadows of reflections and the infinite ink that well up pulsing like a first feeling and emotion. Heartfelt procurement for community society and intellectual culture boundaries. Ago for many years there is not untrue a need and/or want for mistrust. The natural order of social peace comes aloft notwithstanding and normal, even repetitive. Daily recourse and ritual notions of time massively collected by isolation upon a certain quarantined scene. Say for the prophet of the whole juncture, as purely scientific. Say for free pervasive recourse, that of a methodical reward? Say not the tree groweth that which is not planteth. A tree may not

grow without a planter, a shepherd, a creator? Or a ways and means to document order and justice, at any point of precept. Many a time at rest. Swaying focus and pretenary dreams, you must quantify the dreamscape(s). You must look back and wonder. For assurance. For precaution and school spirit and clarity. Safety upon security. And final acknowledgement and rebirth; a sense of renewal of purity and self awareness, for the 3 + 0=1. 3 numbers are 1 number, 3 to be exact. Possibly, 3 stones are 3 separate stones, yet lined up in 1 line, is 1 line, and moreover can be triangular, as well. Yet 1 triangle, still, made of 3 stones. See?
Not too difficult.
Kiss the stones instead of my hand. Kiss each other on the lips and embrace

friendship that will be invaluable as a moonlit night. A breath of trust now. A matter of pleasure, or interest. Maybe even love. Likened to this infallible sensation of pleasure, a kiss on the lips of each other brings lust. Brings embarrassment and I am sure a wonder of uncharted standards to fret about. Or maybe, as I spy the two young women sleeping under my spell and lullaby, I observe their eyes are closed. They have been writing this notice to you from the unconscious state of dreaming. To wake and to never know my touch, yet to here a voice of kindness, you would begin to worry, maybe of past remembrances. I am a victim, you say? Possibly and without question, myself. Mother Rachel E. Burd to our home and upon her return to an eternal star or island of diamonds? Quite fit for a king. A child of our own, all

two of them, and for everyone to notice. Once the were seashells, but here there are only 1. Hermitage and adventure. The immortal debate of question...talking of the subjective, or the objective...we see that nature provides almost any supplement. Ask this notion as a question. Or now state you question for the record can now be regarded as derogatory, in the meaning of kisses compared with stones and seashells, for all times sake; if time were only a physical property attainable but this transit of thought. Not to mention enough of what action or object or action upon object, or object upon object, in action of subsequent analogy.
The parallels of time and space here over classical understanding and new age skeptical resonance, has a method of conglomerate energy of sorts to it. Now,

if a stone were to be placed inside the seashell then kissed by my lovely children, placed within a box and left for 45 days safe and undisturbed, then after the 45 days uncovered and set to rest, the situation, of which the momentum of thought and studying, what is to this new system of comprehending that which builds character amongst a person's compaired to the supporting of each other's needs and content, self worth and/or effectiveness. Effectiveness which has determination now and much needed care. Yet I talk of this kiss or this affectionate care for a stone or a seashell.
So now I must clarify what is prominently evident. So here I have to provide sanity to any field of study, that of which is bent on poking at a conjecture that of infection only to become dependant upon disease, then, if proper then it be of good nature to

conclude that if there is but infection then there will become sickness. If ill, then healed. If kissed then stoned? If in time made of valuable, seashells. Only kisses can be infectious, however communicable. My point of not even have acquired 2 daughters, nor stones, nor a seashell without time from the beginning.
My acquired space. Our parallel time. Transforming reason for science. Lastly I must begin to discredit my own words to Rachel, the mother of Dolores and Samantha. The stone of my love to Dolores, the seashell of my evolution to Samantha...and all good remembrances to my time for the lips of Rachel, kisses. For my pervaising time. My enduringly solid a steady roundabout of information for those whom appreciate it, or not. What those who learn from this study? More power to them, yet sorry to those

who have no solidity...not that that much possible by now perceived and assimilated into our ways of an end. That of such no child should know, the completion of a dream for the way for a begin, again.