As celestial planes evolve like computational execution on a giant scale the angels of solace see windows clear like a blind rolling up similar to a vertical lift. Then as they peer through they don’t see rain but a sunshine more brilliant than any giant star and one that will never go supernova as long as life continues to thrive. The solar wind causes rays to penetrate the window if it is left ajar lighting up the hair of the beautiful figure of perfection. Then a whisper causes shifts in metaphysical reach and carbon based life takes an extra step on the ladder of fulfilment. As the carousel continues to spin new attributes of success evolve and carbon based life gets ever closer to touching the face of this angel of just, without a blind in the way of physical pass. Then rainbows unwind and its true colours are revealed causing dreams of cosmological bliss to fill the heads of all involved, then marks out of ten reveal the elusive eleven and carbon based life rests with a job finished and with a status that can only be described as successful with the end negotiated and a new beginning in sight.
As the geographical evolution of cosmological transmission moves up a gear new horizons are reached with no need for a parachute. So the story unfolds like the ultimate newspaper as the lights of success drown out the club of old and scorch the ether with an inprint that will remain for an eternity. The casino of universal law takes bets as the dice are rolled with the hope of 100% success in the play of existence and so the landscape is negotiated with careful footwork as the soles keep us fresh and protect us from the ravages of the corse earth. Thus molecular markers keep us on the beeton path and diversions are avoided like the experimental disease of zombiefied corruption and the fields help each other out in the contest of flags of the ages. Then the vacuum cools and entropy has its day as the chaos decays and the street lights dim to a hue and shadows give way to enlightment as the angels appear with contemplation in their hearts. Then the experimental stage is reset and the story takes on its first chapter in the book of the tree of life and new branches grow like shoots of existence and hopefully this time the book of the dead will be avoided like a plague of dust from whence we came.
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Introduction
