Each moment of birth and death passes me finitely, definitely, precisely We look upon the universe from this vantage point and scream resistance at its insistence that we die, we end. We shout at creation when the ties are broken, yet happily we break the ties of those that fail to see creation in the same way that we do. The essence of purity of perspective disallows a singular position from being anything other than unique and potentially lethal in invocation, replication, and dissemination. The sound and form of them rattle and roar in representation of both the peaceful and the poisoned, all bound and driven by the righteousness of the source. Time may attenuate or amplify the sound of a perspective and time, that man made entity, created as a basis for reason and progress, so misunderstood, cannot apparently be denied. Its effect on the inception, creation, and dissemination is, at its very least, profound. Time will take the wave of an idea and, from its birth it has the potential to become more perpetual than its creator. This is the attraction, immortality through vision, achievement, and notoriety. The bare building blocks for polarization, initiated by perhaps by nothing more than a single word reflecting the grain of a concept that may, in time, destroy entire civilizations. Such is the power of perception and its ability to be manipulated and warped so that initial conception can never retain its form no matter how it is presented or maintained. Let it move as organic, formless life, capable of evolution, capable of revolution , incapable of restriction or retention of the purity of the source.

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