We are decided in fate beyond our existence. We come into facts as aspects of imagination, and descend within. We are more than imagination, and more than existence. We are to know of our differences. We cannot be more than humble, and more than we are! We are here, in fact, for the time being — and to linger in caveats of our mind. We are to find out virtue can be, and what our determinations of our fate can be! We are forever told of our fortune, again and again! The truths remind us of our fortune, and that which we wish to be! We are told within our reason, to be that which we have convened. Reasons are taught, and survival instincts are instructed. We are learning against whims, and errors which we admonish. We are that which is trusted in the mind, and unwavering that yields. We are weight and fostered into surivival, and descend within!

We are concepts, and wisdoms to be taught. We can be more than we imagined, and yet we play. We are know the where and how — but, such is not always clear. It is irrelevent, and dismay, to hope that we cannot always be in what we convey. Timelessness is here, and forever, and here forever to begin with! It is irrevocable, and iridescent, and deceiving nonetheless! Wisdom lurks in the shadows of our minds, and the reasons that we succeed. We are deserving of the times of our lives, and swallow fates with good riddance. We are reckless, in how we follow fruits, and good signs to follow good times. When can know of our time, and let it all go! Timelessness and creation is woven into destiny so that we may know surprise, and be of good. The absurdity and bliss, of now, can be in the wind and sacred, and survival, scattered into our hands.

In a sea of creation, there is always a shore. A point from which to depart from. In this case, we came into to this port by the sea, and can depart from the same way. The spirituality is on our doorstep, where we left it. It is a matter of just turning around, and going back to where we came from! It is not so much a departure, as it is a rhythm of a return.

The caveats of fate instruct us to be gentle, for in the truths of another we lie within realms! We can know who we are, and where we are from, but it is up to the neighbours of our certainty to determine our being nonetheless! We can know ourselves to be sane, but who can we know if not ourselves? We know ourselves, but only to the capacity of our being! It is up to others, to know us too! It is forgiven as such, to admire the truths of one another! We can know what we offer, and what we deserve, but we cannot go far without knowing what someone else thinks! It is up to the interchanging system of values that determines our fates that expresses what we can be, and who we are within! We know we cannot fathom what we need, until finding it! We can only know our truths and desires, but not by forming an opinion of them. It is only by witnessing oneself honestly, blankly, and incumbent that we can understand how we truly are. How else can we know what is worth knowing? Except the things that we know are true? And the things of which we wish we knew more?

Timelines are built for now, and for forever! We cannot be where wisdom is from, without the courage to endure it. We can know where we are, without ever truly seeing it, and never knowing why it is. We can be as many, as the starfruit of one gives way to another! But to protect is to harm, when the ego becomes a cage, and state of nature becomes an enemy for the battleground of the state! When one trounces up the ladder, he knows what we know. But the state of becoming whole again, that is for the individual to choose! If we do not follow truth, and our wisdom, what else is worth knowing? What else can be worth knowing, except the knowledge of a truth? And a testament? What else is the point of knowing a patron saint without a sin? And a dynasty, that continues.