Life follows lines of access into caverns of deep thought, aligned with many portions and particles of grey matter, untainted by environmental pollution spread by man-made inventions of destruction.
Completing many differences of opinion, manufacturing them with an insight beyond comprehension of ordinary individuals.
Stored in closets of perturbed ideas, holding on to any that may be used in future signs of pious liberty and major countenances for a few moments of enlightenment, attained by very rare individuals living today on earth.
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