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The Invariant Analogy

I'm listening to soft music through earplugs, the strong stimuli of relaxation enter lungs... they stifle the external sounds and deepen my consciousness. The invariant analogy between time and clock has a steady rhythm and ticks enough to frighten thoughts of a serene mood arising from secluded meditation that replaces a normal day of brooding. Alluring is the idea of obtaining what is found through searching; this journey taken with doubtful eyes may lead all beyond immense stars... is it possible to mention a few to the star-gazer who never knew? Our Creator predestined us with a certain fate on the instant we were born; some were endowed with gifts that would drastically change the wrong notion of conceavable and blessed things by walking in His ways always. Why should we rebel against Him and incur His displeasure trying to modify it, consulting diviners with superhuman powers? Nobody can read God's mind and exploit it to their advantage; neither can Lucifer with his cleverness, and in doing so we are surely bound for unhappiness, misfortunes and calamities! Fortune-tellers are aware of everyone's prerogative and foresee all events either positive or negative: they want us to think that we can be more powerful that He is in reversing destiny when odds are impossible. Nothing distracts me from meditating in the stillness of the ablaze evening making the fiery-red clouds drift with adventure; they lift me me to subliminess of the stratosphere. I am very pleased that the invariant anology remains truthfully intact, but it warns others that's not too wise to let their vague and vast curiousity tamper with Nature and universe and constantly interfere with the Laws that were set in motion with great precision since creation. Written on 7/ 20/ 2017

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