What if life was a great river i could rest in to tell what was dry maybe to the motion of the mind to only then serve the body in in of its own sphere or paradigm. I cant believe life gets to be so amazing only to suffer greatness in a moment at the place one would, like i, would stop then tell more or maybe then just less of somthing else. I cant foresee life going away from me without the place of my own mind telling it to calm before the storming of its mune or meqEume to more ahed. Somthing though in sure lets me breathe and say to stop at whats alive and well within the reach of the greater momentum. I wont talk of flukes though now as i know much of them though not to guide myself of and withe them to or within paradigms that i and they dont deserve. Iwill tell you though, this is somthing life doesnt engender the notion to fathom far and about, the surface is enough to say of it runs out.