“I maintain a good temperament,” annunciated clearly, distinctly, and subjectively: I like, personally, to imagine the kaleidoscopic piecemeal of heretofore surviving mantras. Feelings evolve through understanding, producing wonder, despite knowledge thereabout. Wonder produces further or additionally qualified datricies, and so on.

Developable experiential data is self-programmable: the development of a sense of extrapolability is a practice of love. Does it matter what to tell yourself, your self, or it (unconscious body)? Does it know? It knows what you tell it; though to what extent does it know through experience, or guess thereabout where subjective sense overrides theretofore uncontemplated datricies without conscious practice of extrapolability to contemplate momentarily thereinon, and to generate oracular understanding of amalgamable datricies realizable through physiological consideration? To an extent realizable, probably; among the caveats being the continuous cultivation, at the least or most, of a good temperament.