The Universe's first logic, and then three complexities of life; and then an acceptance of the three complexities of life.
Instead of trying to understand these complexities or intricate concepts of acknowledgement and understanding we're apt to
be found trying to hide in them. Instead of doing what we're supposed to be doing or what we'd be doing if we knew what we
were supposed to be doing. We’re apt to be doing what somebody else’s supposed to be doing. Instead of being more
gracious toward the many auspicious aspects of a pervading and prevailing kindness or its eternal salvation of peace and blissful
tranquility. We’re apt to be a little to self-remanding in the ever-changing infinities of an entangled pervasiveness;
or its feint of superfluous flair, and tempestuous affinity. While beliefs are constantly being submitted to the rhetoric
of an ever-changing infinity; only the blind have faith, only the truth may have cause for question. While only through the
miracle of God are all things possible. . .