The Universe's first logic; and then the 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 towards the many auspicious aspects of a prevailing and pervading kindness or its eternal salvation of bliss and
peaceful 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, and only through the
miracle of God are all things possible. . .