faultless there is nothing so intriguing as the forces shaping the whole vectors fly at random tangents each seeking his own wanton glory nothing so true, so set in stone the scalar etched with veracity so set to pattern but option-riddled that a whole existence can do just that a higher being with limitless thought so shaping with such this dimensional form the intrinsics of which are ever altered a system explaining constituent change infinite points of endless occupation a boundless supply of possibility whether folded on self, convex, or misshapen the sovereign perfection reflects in the craft
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