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The Mosaic

Once upon a spherical time in state of dream, absolute intelligence created a theatrical scene. The unborn Lord making a puzzle of himself, to establish mysteries and ingenuity to be more the self. A game by gigantic life force energies to proceed, all living souls having sense abilities as lead. The aim of the puzzle is to establish truth condition, to be the observer and being the observed submission. Mental expansion in contented joy and play of nature, the spirit as fountain of life complete rapture. Conscience development become the fruits of time, taken the individual on another sphere of refine. The deed of life throws light on purpose forces, identifying behavior and talented sources. The truth of oneself as freedom interpretation seen, souls light as inspiration responsibilities keen. The puzzle as wheel in the wheel has it season, when fortunes are the driving forces and treason. Moral order has the texture of invincible, not applied creates a wrath easy despicable. Forces as misplaced self-interests become clear, indomitable power to guard the intellect to fear.

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