The rest of us, not chosen for enlightenment, left on the outside of Earth, at the mercy of Gravity we have only begun to learn how to detect and measure, must go on blundering inside our front brain faith in Kute Korrespondences... kicking endlessly amongst the plastic trivia, finding in each Deeper Significance and trying to string them all together like terms in a powers series hoping to zero in on the tremendous and Secret function whose name like the permuted names of God, cannot be spoken.
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