Well then...
As you might have guessed, there is a quotient of personality required to leave the amount where it sits. You can count on those who have come before. There is so much mystery. Am I these words; answering questions? Inherently we ask about what we can control, where the amount is that we're concerned about. And it adds up to a lot. Sometimes I just talk in these circles, is that all there is? And what is it all for? Finding, reminding, remaining and dancing. For shame! You've fallen out of the tree. And all that we have left around us are the pieces remaining in the heart of nothing. The only thing to do is to continue. Is this the recycled union we're all averaging towards? Can we break even with only so much to care about? There's so much I haven't uncovered. So many barriers to ownership. And we're just getting started.
There is another purpose in here. A further thing has landed, leaving us all with doubts in our bellies. At the corner of the road, you fell in the gap, leaving nothing either possible or impossible. As you choose to come across it, the fact of it ruins you. You can't define it. There is a prospect through all of it that you must follow. You are a prospector. You are an amount. You cannot be fooled. There are so many things to do. La la la!
As functions go, this one is a doozy.
Inner thoughts as I make my way through the possibilities. There are so many people here which might make the time easier. We function as one but there are so many other thoughts to put down. After you have echoed, you might want to place yourself in a connection to mention where you might be. It is in some fruitful realization you find yourself, because the people who say that you haven't got anything have found you here. We all have some explaining to do, in the great rationalization.
The computer they built doesn't pay for itself, but there is a lot of steam being let off, and that's not all the stress of the engineers that exists. It is in some turning the quality of leverage that is acted upon and is evident in the remaining years we all have. Why not push for more? Why not exist in a space that can have all of the reality that is leveraged for you to realize the purpose that must be? The pressure that exists, the substitute, allowing just for every moment to be in some grand malevolence, that you have echoed for yourself to remain in the connection. It is clear, it is pure, it is the ultimate in what you have designed. And that is the nature of the cover that you are under. It is so obscured so you must be allowed to function in the cost for what is ultimate, what is left behind, what is the dirt of your shoes and the skin of your neck. All of these, your kitchen of inventions, brought together so once more everything may echo, the finishing touches towards your mind and the container you most approve of for keeping the momntoes that keep your thoughts alive, that external eternal fire. What I am talking about here is the secret agency that allows for the machinery to keep going, the contact towards whichever is going to get it higher because we all have one true elevation and it is pressuring us to respond with more and more, don't you see what we have done within and without the external world, this battery which fuels our actions and allows us to see whatever might be revealed. And thus it is so.