Among the wondorous flowers of the world, this ballinganing is one of the most beautiful. Never again will the flight of the concords retain their values as masks of a reapeating vessle being cast out to sea but the underlying message never retains its true ideal in a real life actual context. In the unfolding our the most universal, most recurrent, most seemingly consistent reality (or atleast abstraction of a reality) we have, there is never a pause where the subject is truly free from its verb. Ultimately, the subject is a derrivation of the verb. The subject Paul is merely an abstraction from my continual emergence in an evolving structure. It is a metaphor for progression within the stream of life extending to and beyond a constant energy that entrances us within the very existance we seek. But never forgetting that upon these rocks we bid the very patterns of our past goodbye, we relentlessly persue neverending folds to a more and more complex puzzle. Does someone ever come to think that perhaps questioning these crazy assumptions and admitting limits to our knowledge could release us from the burdens of such questions. Here, speculation can be seen in its true light--as speculation (not seen as what eternity is contingent upon).