"Realizing it"

Psychological orgin story of creation..enjoy

 

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Once before letter before number before color or an angle. There were just beings floating in infinite space. Then a point was made. After that another. Each point had a miracle that miracle became life. Each with a name each with a story. They were but moments in a string in the darkness, emitting light. On a path to life. As the points kept going a soul floating decided the point would never end. Looking into the darkness of everything it began to wonder. What is beyond nothing. Beyond the void of everything. With an angle backing it, it flew beyond understanding, a feeling of chaos filled the spirit. It drifted in more angles swirling forgetting the point. It had seemed to come to a point as though it had never left. It tried again and again and soon clarity, a point beyond everything. There floated another being in nothing. It felt as if this being was not like itself. Without a word only a gesture it pointed to the void. If it is acknowledged, the spirited being jetted for the unknown. And a new point was given to it. Oddly it too was in a row. It was slightly shaped bigger with a different angle yet round. 

 

Yet it carried on.

"Space is a beautiful thing. Within a forign point, stranger still. Not for the faint at heart, yet empty, a serene backdrop with touches of majesty. Spirits abnormal yet similar. The idea of nothing can calm as well as unnerve the mind," It thought. Like taking your last breath only to come to the realization that it is the end. Yet as it looks at us it is easy to say that it pulls itself together to show life's mistakes are real with consequences. So it (laughed) laughed it did, space is a funny thing. It saw space, speaking of space as time; time away, time to gather thoughts. It gave me a few seconds. Time to turn everything in its direction, bend everything to its will. 

 

So it questioned: A question, if only a question; what do we all do? 

 

"I see a path I can take (it)," As we do.

 

"I see a path, I bend it a new path," it replied.

 

"The universe has always had a little control over free will, doesn't it?" 

"To see yourself as a giant, a king, a lord amongst creatures. Isn't that asinine, is it?" We spoke.

 

To which it replied,

"Control, yes! How much do you have? Given that life can be filled with regrets, empty promises, fear, loathing. 

That to utter a phrase could lead beauty to challenge it"

 

"This means that the opposite happens as well. Patience determines a person. Trials can shape a being. Happiness reflects on others," We explained.

 

It thought:

 "Seems emotions have some factors to the well being of others. Control may dictate outcomes, kinetically though we shape others." 

 

Gazing at the void, the void above, It thought of a connection spoken of love.

 

In the eye of a bubble speaking to the sky.

 

Light may guide the way darkness still will consume you some day.

 

As a spark, light the return again. Show it a way, a way, death holds only if, but only for a moment.

It says, when death conquers life and life conquers death. It will love you again. 

As though it were a child, floating through time 50,000,000,000 years ago, it knew, it knew love. It had a secret, a secret it knew, the secrets It would share even for a moment. Love never knew it.

Together in a tuggle war or limbo of space and time between love as we.

 

"Have you ever met someone who hasn't given, as well as taken from a single meeting?

The very presence of another is a different view, a different color as you could understand," was the collective of (we)

 

 So what makes space so alluring, to it?

 

 It is a factor of our existence and the great nothing. That nothing keeps building, if it would emanate in everything, to wake us from a slumber, we would long to get back too.

 

Collectively this mind will open up to see a beauty we long for. A space we call our own. To glimpse at the allure of nothing. Like we are gone (snap) then back again.

 

 Then there are moments of dreams, and nightmares:

A void that can sway our emotions, swaying us left or right like angles sent from heaven within nothing. 

 

Delivering it to understanding:

 

Like a pebble left lifeless to determine these omens. Shrinking and growing within existence. 

 

Then as we have an understanding with it, off to slumber once again. 

Like we are shrinking and growing at the same time.

 

 The allure just grew and you got smaller. Your control is not your own anymore. The dream controls it. The nightmare deception. 

 

So to keep from losing control we say my thoughts and my actions are not ours or theirs, it is as if we are not. 

 

It is a colorful life with colorful moments and you could have slipped into that emotion that controls your daily life. Take an angle, take a color, add purpose. It's a recipe for every bit of life from an ant to a bubble or point. 

 

The shape determines it, as well as we, controlling absolute, around, and outside of us our bubble, our point. And close up looks merely as an angle floating in a soup of bigger things; and double rue and gloat. 

Looks like every girl and/or guy you've ever met.

 

Sometimes you connect, other times dont.

 

 Control is a funny thing although combined we are programmed to fail with those we might admire. 

 

Combined by an angle we say we created ourselves. That makes us unique, yet kindred. So how can you harm, what is purely you. That is only designed to get it as we do, purely in time. 

It is merely a master plan with the puppets being everything big or small. For every alpha omega, there is another saying predator and prey, no its prey vs. Prey. 

Connecting a percentage of the time. 

 

Praying can not be determined.

 

When life takes you to places the point is still valid. Understanding is far from achievable. You know forign, you know it complete. consciousness without knowing the point. Others do not know. That was the real complexity of it. 

To see a world others had conceived for another. To solve one point to move to many. Yet, few tried to venture to.

When you have gestured another through the void, can you travel to the void again? Are you going one way or the other way or another's way? When you see the next point, Does the void take you through without ever seeing the row of the void again?

 

It found only memories. 

 

Contemplating how to write many points, many points later. It had found miracles that never grow. Miracles that never give, and is it was soon to decay.

 It was writing knowing it could be the last moment to tell; tell the story it had seen. 

 

Pieces of its memories, to say it had witnessed a miracle. It knew dirt should be counted, fire knew only pain. Water graceful yet vengeful. And the air was a beautiful sight to behold.

 

The beginning of its memory at this point was that of sitting, waiting, and viewing miracles never moving only to observe. 

 

When it was done, it moved again. Only to find itself not just viewing but confining itself in bigger things to, only to view things differently. 

 

It always thought of a bigger thing a os created existence, but it knew, it was comfortable viewing consciousness.

 Then a voice said "move around."

 (So it hesitated) and it did. 

(It heard a noise)

( It followed that noise)

( it saw a door) 

"Open it," said the voice

 

(There was Atom)

It saw this and a light came over its eyes. It could only describe it as red.

 

This brought it to a memory of red and the conception of the thought. Not in that moment but when it learned to point, and to speak, without words. A miracle it had discovered long ago. A miracle before the void.

 

It remembered:

 This higher consciousness taught it to move. To move and describe feelings, only to be sent to another. 

It was given a gift upon departure. It knew not the purpose, only the idea was sharp. 

 

This void it flew through at its departure was different. Seen through clouds of nothing, and a void of blue.

 

It had seen blue during miracles; those miracles came as lands. One in particular was a land of flowers, which it named daisy.

 For how they swayed in the land with the light of blue above.

 

Yet, I digress;

 This was how it saw red for the first time.

 

It was a miracle. Sitting there before it, with a look. The power he gave off was immense to it. It can't remember if sitting or walking up was how it approached. Though it sat,  meeting with him, regardless if sitting came to be. 

Though it looked at him and he looked at it. With a gift so sharp,It cut his soul to reveal green.

 Traveling to everything for an instance. To a void, it  seemed to be back.

 Yet, green was now red and it never changed. As it looked up he had vanished.

 

Now that we are reading it, we are caught up.

 

There was another and at first sight it was blinded by red.

 He did not drift to a void. Only it to a void of red and back at an instant. 

It walked with atom only to offer another a place to sit. 

It took an atom to a room it had discovered moments prior. It and another sat. 

The conversation would judge it for many points and it would drift back as though he had visited a void, only to be Back as though it never left.

 As though another were he and he was atom. It was plagued by another yet would receive from another as though he were the new consciousness.

 There was always a claim of another higher consciousness, between it and the atom. 

 

It quickly remembered the daisy and a bubble; 

 

Giving each of them a name. Knowing some Daisy's are not unique, they stay together the same, others though, Are meant to be one of a kind. Unique. Another would always be unique to it. Like a bubble, who taught it to use such gifts.

 

As it swayed with an atom, like water or daisys. Atoms crossed his mind. It and another had many ideas together. Although few he could point out. 

It worked like a miracle. Was this it, or another, or atoms. 

If atoms said to draw a circle and you knew not of a circle, could you draw it? 

So it looked up to a sky once swirling with color few knew. Atom or it, had changed the sky. back to the sky of blue. From colors mixing in chaos, to blue.

 

 It remembered: 

It was void and "we" could only remember its point. 

 

There it made a circle and another called that, the sun. It and atoms had a blast. It admired another's strength and used it on him. It neither regretted nor laughed in joy upon the atom's departure. It truly didn't know if atoms left his spirit, or if atoms were the spirit.

 

The light from the sun spoke to it from a distance, like the miracle of the sun is  "I am dizzy, you are hungry."

 

This brought it to understanding.

 

When sitting, waiting, and wondering it had respect.

 

"You have grown my sun!"

 

The moon appeared later and was nicknamed desolation by it…desolation made it smile.

 

 The point would be named later, durin. 

 

While remembering him and its mistakes. Dreaming of life as tiny and all consuming. It imagined red and angles and figured it was just a diamond. Protecting its dust, like atoms swirling as the sun.

 

So it came to respect…

 

We are tiny as atoms on Durin, consuming to grow, hungry in nature for our prizes. With a sense of longing. Leading to desolation and beyond. Make us completely dizzy. 

So it dreamed of diamonds, and tails, only to feel lost again..like a void of points with no turns, only regrets, tagged and useless.

 

To comfort it:

Live in the moment to let desires rest to enjoy your smile and others will also.

 

It, with atoms, was the end of others only to see chaos.

 

(It felt/feels trapped by atoms)

 

 In other words, from atoms, coming from another. Its plague was in the void of others, for it knew not what will be or what was to be. Only that it felt trapped.

 

From there it began to lose its singular consciousness. To gain a loop of understanding..like running in circles, dizzy and confused. All things that seemed normal in victory, had become defiled. They seemed dying or dead, The idea of new drifted. There was one thing for sure. Nobody was the same, not even it.

 

Time began to be perceived as an illusion;

 

 If time is a made up concept, from others who created it? Bravo world, To get to the bare bones of it.

 A particle can not touch other particles, and in fact, it is the perception of a magnetic polar separation.

Atoms look at it in terms of color and angle. It could help break down.

 

Sound and color can be skewed and altered by perception, This it knew, Together atoms can disillusion.

With atoms come elements;

 

Fire, water, earth, and air have been deemed to have a life force of its own...like it.

 

Ground: created minerals and ore

 

Water: has created salt, aquatic life, current!

 

Fire: deemed plasma and pain, we deem it as a form of life.

 

Air: Comes and goes creating and destroying. It gives humanity life only to be reconfigured to give others life, and humility.

 

"Time? Space? Gravity? Do these then make an essence to be called a living body?" Its memories drifted.

 

Gravity could be illustrated by statements involving it..for an action there is an opposite reaction..

Taking its concepts and imagination. It remembered the sun setting and rising for the first time.

 

The dark and light consume each other indiscriminately like a toxic chaos.

 

To move forward with it;

 

 Gravity with light & dark including friction. All have an essence of life within it.. Understanding it and others trying to touch something. Sensation…

 It brings it to the tingle of its mind perceiving others, atoms, and as we. Within a bubble of us, which is it.

 

Space bigger than we  or it can comprehend, Search for anything to hold on too. Understanding, it can't deny space, a sense of purpose, or life, not even death.

 

Time was the real question, in its mind, can time exist & how much time has gone beyond its point? 

We look at a clock to think of it. (tick, tick) we see it move. 

Can it be just a perception?

"Sight and sound could easily say yes." 

 

Yet, most things in the universe, big or small, move in circles. Down to an atom, or planet's, point, an angle, or color.  

 

So until you disprove its circle you can not disprove time..

 

For it to play a conscious path;

 

If perception of a circle was a circle to it. Then  an atom or concept is a part of it. Then as we are looking at another, we are counting seconds/points until our end, like waiting.

 

 "Can time travel?" It thought, with another passing moment.

We can cheat time, we can manipulate time. Can we buy time? 

 

 Imagining it again. It Imagined not being able to touch again.  imagining time the same, to conceive itself in a random point. It was trying to touch that history. Can it reenact time, alter its beginning, and the thought of its time.. 

 

"Maybe you aren't touching it!" From the voice of memories from the past.

 

It would be like touching its point. We would die like it and many other points. We circle our knowledge,the planet, like placed in life again..

 It can live the memory to change desire, which makes time travel possible. 

it decided it would be the act of those atoms coming together, only to integrate it. 

Time would actually be the universe and memories worked out.

Memory and action would determine it and define the course by its time travel. Time would be the color and memory we perceive.

 

"Can time exist in it?" The voice asked again.

 

Time has a way of making up only to show suffering, regret, and memories are sharper than a higher consciousness and their gifts. It began to think far in the future while Remembering these points of ideas throughout time, voids, and miracles.

 

Light is Fire and it is like both. It is small and big within points and reasoning. When you close your internal light slightly, light and fire begins to reveal the truth. That light will drift through a colored void and it will be straight like points within darkness.. Even if it was like fire, it would claim fire was hotter..

 

It had many memories, fragments, if you will; of fire. It was unaware of life's purpose, seeking, and understanding. It had found that there were other points. It was small and it had purpose. Like those fine points with their many gifts. The fire delivered just that but in wisdom. Each one dancing eminitting and creates it to consciousness not to reveal the nature of its beginning. With each new passing miracle it was closer to the concept. It became bigger and changed many times to meet many obstacles. It visited many voids while never leaving the loop. Only to learn each point.

 

Remembering its origin after the origin of others, it became familiar with the past. Remembering miracles, as well as others, it taught all its derived angles. Angle to be memorized, so that it may grant ideas to others from miracles already known.

 

Every angle had another, and another knew each angle. it had to be to another as it was to others. It for the most part felt alone, in angles or with others.

As the point looked down on it and others existed. knowing they are but the angles everyone had always known. It was forign, from another path of miracles.

 

Unless they were to create it for themselves.

 

A higher consciousness greeted it and spoke. It knew there were no new things for it under the sun, the spirit, ushered it to the next point… it was alone, only to greet stranger things then the points before.

 

Greeting a point, the point was having problems with old ideas.

 

It suggested making things smaller, not bigger. Take the root of angles from everything created. Revealing the hidden truth behind things already conceived, and to build up.

 

The point understood;

Collapsing a consciousness to expansion. If from this, it brings consciousness.

 

The point had been around for awhile, the sun had been around for awhile. It had seen things evolve and change for the first time in awhile. It felt normal.

 

"What is the new concept?"

It enjoyed the company of few points, and few points stuck around.

 

"When you think about life. Others would say it's just a series of moments.. a point or a period. 

What if all life started and ended in one period, a universe? The majesty that created all majesty could surely close the void between nothing and everything. Squishing all as insects or color, breaking existence." It had dark moments and light; this was a bit of both.

"What's the new concept," from majesty to it

 

If a universe or reality was based on points or periods. Then how do you know how many make it? Then in that second it would be just as humble as how a computer processes one and zero.

 

If it was based on a series of miracles such as point & period, then its numbers lie in heaven and hell, its name, its circle as its sun. The idea that points meet periods, and so on, till heaven and hell consumed it. This would be reality, to it. There would be numbers amongst any and all the people to be grouped. By concept and idea. It would be And to be created from its DNA. White blood cell, or red, green or blue,l viruses, or bacteria, fungi or parasites. It would remember that all things have a miracle, a past, to touch and be touched by it. A simple number or word attached to any and all. Those who had gifted and greeted it, within DNA.

 

Any and all could say that it would be an end of time prophecy.

 

What if it were simpler than that of majesty or prophecy? Spoken amongst any and all people. 

It said, "All of you, say anything." 

Do people believe they know (IT) or the true meaning of its majesty, or is it given, to amount for it, or  its gibberish. 

 

How can you say it?

 

 Seconds if life has only seconds. It can be denied a word or number within seconds of a point.

 If the word 1-9 had power like 1-0 then why not think the creator of majesty, majesty can make a series of numbers with it, it can be the majesty. to help the creator and others to create any and all angles, colors, points and periods. It could be the defense within nothing. 

It might be a war of the mind or it could be paradise. Either way, making choices along the way.

 "What do parasites, viruses, bacteria, fungi, red and white cells do within the void of creation..?" It was curious.

 

If we are a decision, a heavenly creator made, what do we amount to? Color that fades, angles that grow, or is this just substance hungry for any and all things. 

 

If it were the universe, is that not just a plan? 

 

Are we,

 fire, water, earth, air, Dark matter, white matter, or color? Is it just a word like;  faith, wisdom, prayer, worship, trick, treat, or song. 

 

All reality seems to move as one tangling within everything. If you look in a pile of dirt and see rocks, all those rocks make sense when looking closer at the dirt, the same rocks become the same dirt just smaller...or is the dirt getting bigger.

 

While discussing these matters before you, it remembered when it was greeted by zero. It became close in distance but not in memory with zero. It met Zero, Zero greeted it and spoke. 

speak! Zero said: 

"without hesitation," it replied

one

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nine

 

Zero spoke, "zero"

 

It is to repeat,"eleven."

 

Zero spoke after it, and it after zero. zero to create 10 only for it to have created 11. 

 

"Combine one and zero." The majesty was thinking for the first time in a moment.

 

it said eleven works just as good without zero.

It was trying to claim zero as an equal, but with fear pushed zero away.

10 they are different 11 they are the same.

 

That was an argument of words that never actually helped it. Zero used it and baited it for more numbers.

 It made a promise of truth, it keeps to this promise to this day.

In exchange for wealth, to keep its truth. 

Zero had made deals before and said that none had ever kept a deal. 

Others break the truth, to be broken themselves.

 

It carried its truth through the universe. Remembering a promise, at times being the only point left to do so.

 

It was a clear reality for many points. several billion paths that lead it to several billion decisions. Its decisions made happiness and sorrow. It jumped from objects as to be diving in to majesty, found everywhere in its consciousness. Now take a prism and shine a light through it, you're given six choices. It always found color and sought to find the angle to jump. 

It said to the majesty looking on for approval, to guide, "imagine you can jump into anyone of those colors revealing an alternate truth."

 

"This is light with clarity. Few have heard of a dark prism. It is a prism but has a different dispersal of light. It would be like the sun reflecting off the moon and creating one," A voice rang out.

 

"So now you have paths or truths with light and dark. And a billion combinations on what to do. My question is if people are figuring it out, what is the other half of color and angle?" The voice continued.

 

"There are many ideas for it. color dark or light, imagine like your sun exploding power. It could  jump colors when you meet someone. Indirectly the color you pick is the desired emotion. Now there are rumors of billions and billions of points stacked on another, an infinate. What if it were billions of people, with billions of options, each new person would mean we are more of a riddle that cant be solved. Unless you find the path again." The voice said what it always imagined.

 

That would lead it to believe we are actually everything condensed from nothing. It feels like there are more angles added every day to enhance the complexity of the creator. It is called the gravity it holds. To prove this it is found in majesty within random unkempt dirt. It looked for the biggest rock formation it could see. Looking down within majesty it looked for the similarity within rocks from big, to smaller and smaller finding the same shape the further majesty took it. which would mean we are collapsing and coping at a daily rate if not quicker, or expanding to grow as big as the majesty we pass.

 

This is where it saw others had true existence within a consciousness. Points of nativity, royalty, and sin. It was greeted by a figure whose power and prestige, almost out weighed majesty.

The figure had an ability and granted wishes in exchange for service. It revealed the figure to be its truth. A majesty that sold bits of self to gain more in return. It had seen this before. Not as blatant, the figure was honest to it to say the least.

 

Yet both zero and ability denied it. struggling with truth it exiled to purgatory.

 

It never saw harmony even within the nothing of light. The polar of void. The whispers drove it to the consciousness of others, A true test of it. It could never find others who truly accepted it. For this it felt as though others would always be like a figure and its ability, some more clever at hiding intent over promise.

 

It had found higher consciousness before. The idea of others always was intriguing. This defined the consciousness of God; to it at least.

That all things meanings derived from the consciousness of others. Though the order may be angled a bit, more points that defined understanding In fragments, rather than a row, promising things, though it never felt it did enough. It felt less and less for others. It was confused as to the weight of others points.

 

It was granted something from meeting zero. 

 

It was a point where the miracle was its majesty. The problem was it was disliked by all things there. Its truth was its weight. It was sad and angry. A voice like purgatory called out. If you could live and all others die or if others lived and you died. 

 

Would it choose?

 

It said these things will never be happy with it or itself, that it chooses it.

 

The voice said, "It said it was gifted, I want."

 

The voice took it to another point. It was given as pets to the point. There were two of each, so all would have someone even though it was the last, and it would stay true. It was accepted for a while. Only to be convinced of another once again.

 

It was night, the sun was sleeping. A voice rang out. It didnt know the exact words but, it was an attack! The point was threatened, or was it. It didn't want to lose the majesty of itself.

 

It found itself leaving its sanctuary, and instantly, a void over took it to be placed on a table. The voice asked if you could be anything what would you be.

 

It said, "fire."

 

It felt much pain, saw many voids filled with nothing, and time showed a voice to be true.

 

Its early memory showed figures like himself all on fire like a string of points. It felt as though this was a plan before time and the void.

 

It was more of a blessing than a curse.

 

Another met it while it was on fire. It was a mistake that stripped the gift, and showed it was hostile in nature. That its temperament was not worthy of a gift. Atom found it yet again, confusing it to the gift, like a bane or the humility of it.

 

Later it saw most were like it, though most would curse it for acting as it did. From him, to another, as well as majesty, or consciousness. It thought zero had plans to do the same.

 

It found many points, regrets, empty promises, misery, all followed by the same emotion. It would hold its truth, in Hope's, Hope's those who had abandoned it would leave majesty to its side. That Its truth would linger after, if it ever happened at all.

 

It recalled many things dark and light. It found that if you sample the tree of life, you know not of hunger. The tree of death you knew pain.

 

It was like the sea of darkness, swirling in a haze of understanding. Knowing you can't choose one or the other. Life and death chooses you to feel and understand, only to judge after.

 

If darkness and daylight are separated by twilight.

Then when separating and consuming one another there would be a reaction..

What is this…

The theory it purposed is that of evolution at an atomic level..

What isn't consumed is recycled and then all darkness or light that survives become a point or as its beginning. 

This can be an ant or bird,nocturnal or not,

Its theory behind darkness is that we view darkness as black, a void.. How many shades are there of black within the void… and these evolutionary beings define the new angle and stack to create the power of the creator.

 

If we were to be...if we were to memorize darkness. would we be able to skip standard evolution to become as the creator has described human.

Is clear like our twilight, a stage of pre evolution.

 

Life or death, good or bad. Feelings discovered it, or did it discover them. Only to find emptiness. A consciousness of dark and light, color and void, angle and straight, good and bad, feeling and numb. It had discovered existance.

 

Knowing big and or small.

 

To know peace and harmony was a curious thing. Though peace and harmony together felt more like anxiety and fear. It was numb to the noise, peace and harmony offered. It was struck with chaos. Peace offers nothing but the choice of chaos. Where harmony only hums louder and louder, creating confusion.

 

The miracle though the same, after the change made back. As though peace and harmony became memory and understanding. it wondered why the majesty or another could vary the angle of how it was told. How it perceived existence. It was convinced compounding the miracle on top of itself gave room for thought. 

 

The ability perceived.

 

Choice it had always wondered about. To speak to a miracle as it would speak to itself. Its words had meaning, others like itself seemed stuck unable to deter from the normal.

 

 Compounding the miracle combined made, "it and itself,"

To better be able to take one encounter and feed off previous ones. This was its rationalization of chaos and understanding of majesty. That some may visit although scorn by loneliness and abandonment. 

They, it, itself, another, or the even zero; Did not want to be alone nor see others the same way. Its reality did not turn for it, reality turned for others. Its majesty and others were just beginning. It remembered the mistake, of daisy.

 A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. That's when daisy knew a rose and conveyed what a rose stood for. 

That daisy's majesty, was it as a rose. To not be labeled by another to find power within.

 

It saw itself many times, it saw that things change only when it made change. There would always be others to change it for themselves and majesty, though it saw a bright understanding and new found wisdom. Things can happen in fragments, in moments, or as a whole. It saw miracles as these words he spoke, and wrote. Each an angle, with a series of points. Down to the letters written. Symbols for itself, meanings behind consciousness, It saw it. Truth could create it or it could be truth. Though it knew only to serve. To serve itself. Majesty came before it, and it never turned around to see what its majesty already knew, only what it had to learn. It was lacking, and sought another and others to fill its spirit. Without considering thought or consequence, Blaming instead of changing. It had, it has, it wants, it needs. Yet will never know why? It would never know the choice. "Y" because it never knew to look at what was, only the future, as well as past it knew "U".

 

It was given worth only to know what it meant. Melancholy and hope carried it through majesty: now, before, and to its future. Hoping luck would find a way.

 

Worth it defined as points that wanted it. Wanted it to feel confined and judged. It too knew to have power in worth. It chose to refrain from shackling those around, it knew know person within a point ever cared unless it had something others could not live without. Its luck was its worth to survive. To live past the misery, regret, and anger. Just so it could find a moment of happiness.

 

It was luck, and luck found life, it knew death, only to be confused when death only brought new life. It was kind yet vengeful, and it wanted to rue the day. Rue without quarrel and to find kindness. It knew rules and order throughout time. Yet it knew the majesty and its point was only to keep others from what the point deemed appropriate for majesty. Luck lost care, it was careless with luck. It's fine things, lost within any new void.