Knowledge Stems From All Seeds.

"Flaking Knives".

The edge of the blade(s) continue to peel/flake away, which process causes the blade to expose a new, ever-sharpening edge line.

This process is finite, considering the limited functioning nature of the design.

Questions only comfort, knowledge.

“Growth is painful. Change is painful. But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.”

— Mandy Hale

The birthing of femininity and the act of all womanhood has created an earthly and heavenly yolk to which no man can compare himself toward her plow of a soil made by the men of whom is tilled with crop.

"Shattering/disintegrating bullets. A thin/loose casing helps to contain the rounds before impact, that can dissipate at a given distance, which then allows the projectile to burst into tiny pieces on contact with the target."

Knowledge is only an experience...

Wisdom is always a memory.

Story, “Inside the Days of Hell”

Center-mass is both inconsistent and also... Just as well,

Unpredictable.

Why?! Why God... how have you learned of my many unforeseeable ways?

Did you truly march upon the soil and earthly roads to teach me?

-Surely the being an “All knowing, Omnipresent form” could have, just as easily silenced me with the understanding of what any person truly is or needs!

I much enjoyed the well-stated silence, however, when does that same light cease to burn my flesh and eyes... and instead sets course to my prior and blackened past?

Do we ever, “validate” our choices through the support of fellow personalities?

-or as mere beings of mortal composition contain us within these predictable behaviors.

"I think being in-love with someone is knowing you will (in any and every way) always be the focal point of their hatred. There is, then, to never be given the chance to be valued. Not for the person you are, or who you will ever become...

Perhaps that is "true love"? It changed everything for one person, who honestly... could only love themselves?"

The Cell of “Noram Genes”

“I forgot the story... written so long before. It began with a younger fella. A boy, actually.

He didn’t know beyond the cemetery, nor walls of the laboratory.

One cell was sent into creation (an alternative to the already overstated death) through a reflective necessity.

Isn’t that the most iconically ironic coincidental concept?

“Life balances itself as often as necessary, without an insecurity.”

I found this... that place, my home -at the center of your soul. I've given everything to make sure that you forever see, just how beautiful, you are to me."

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