RaptorWizard - Secret Garden of Rare Quotes

There are just so many realms and realities, zones and spaces that permeate and flow through all facets and reflections, mirrors and windows in this ever expanding blueprint of fashioning? The point of the divine intellect is to realize every possible future, to triangulate the most blissful fragrance that can be gleamed from this rendezvous through aromas and shrouds, pieces and plentiful energy. But to really get to the door to my heart, arrows of continuation and longevity, aftermaths and time traffic must bend its stick over my question blocks to instantaneously copy and replicate, mimic and ensemble entrée shines and Santa clause novelty, gadgets and gravities that reverse original rainbows, and ground pound infinite jazz from frenzy. But that’s the ultimate power of them all, to be completely crazy and random.

Divine prophecy towards the excellent introjection of piping and incantation, heart and soul swings drapes and sponged, rumination and shimmering through my vanity to express clarity and fluidity into my stomach, where fields of gold just kiss my feet, and wish me away into the wind. The highest class specialty in magic and lore, flora and fauna dancing and twirling, spinning and projecting from your steps is to be a seer, some sort of archon or initiate into the tapestry of clock tower heroes and the saviors that redirect all destinies into the most well envisioned ship wreck of Lugia. Lugia is the highest Pokemon, the most revered saint, truly emblazoned in unmasked white water cascades. And to be Lugia, you have to fulfill the endlessly wheeling star channels of flirtatious grandeur and awe, spanning the bridge to Tyranitar, which is a piece of Lugia because of his diamond heart, and more natural for me, just being a quiet loner in a cave, but Lugia is my magnificent display, the most complete talisman I can remedy into my twitch.

Your threads are too esoteric, but the music is pretty good.

Waves of recurrence draw fortitude and stellar lordship, prolonging and awakening on infinite tapestries shedding the blue touch paper of invigoration stamping portals of welcome endurance. Trains, ribbons, bonds, and strings ignite flowing wands on the safeguarded stone. An echo in the force pursues sunrise whipping planets into abstract conduits yet for closure. Flooding trampolines ricochet erotic beats and tunes, vibrations and solar luminosity grading songs in timelines ever after. Potential is like a scoundrel, leaping with unshakeable determination to imprint cobwebs blasted above cloud 9. The future turns sour with hats and bugs, twinkling laughter and bubbling conversion. Ideas plot counter costumes digging radical cameras and internal downpours crashing satellites to envision the brightest globe.

What has the future in store for our enveloping, trajectories, immersion, and finality to the compass needle of every end, destination, unfolding, and transpiring in the blue haze of edges and doors, singularities and overlays cracking fissures at the dimensional wormhole to zones, everywhere, unification, and dressing up the matrix? Soda pop bangs, arouses, flushes, and drains lofty sticks and pottery, robots and tickling beams in ever rounding merry mansions and sunny twilights. And the most powerful soul of them all, the 1, lucky, supreme, pocket protection, chains, drills, ladders, and stairways is the beheading of the triumphant oracle, with all times, fortunes, meanings, and installations ready to unleash at the tips of his fingers. So premonition, intelligence, dinosaur power and rush clips away the negative restrictions, and blasts open a whole revolving rocket to treasure and flame, destruction of almighty magnitudes.

Power, personified, unique, flavorful, and jolly unleashes untold music and catastrophe, shock and targeting of the ultimate cup, trophy, glory, and victory with penetration as the icon of greatness, elevation, exaltation, and omnipotence. To claim all power, to rattle the foundations, to turn the hands of time, and to rewrite all tragedies and omens, breakdown, and disaster makes doom desire your hunger and lust, your serpent and package, holding every key, sanctuary, imagination, and wonder all slammed and holed, piled and completed from fusion to folly, chronicles and arduous flawlessness. Beauty comprises the spectra of laughter and dollhouses, presentation and whizzing bottles of ever relinquishing potions. We digest, grab, picture, and blossom those labyrinths and choices, visions and uplifting.

Roads are all over the place, pathways of travel, contingencies, overlays, grids, maps, outlines, territories, and the big, overblown, voluminous, gargantuan sketch of all omniverses readies my mobility for tracking fleeting escape engines turning and spewing avalanches. I can overturn the tractor beam, overhaul the highway, detonate the abyss, and color the steps to absolutely relentless execution. From farfetched pixels, the outlandish, mega fantastic, super bubbly, and revenge seeking train boards a high speed zipline to adventure, auroras, refreshing snacks, and buttons to experiment with. The whole cartridge opens galleries streaming enchanted characters sniping gummy bears from everlasting continuums soaring inscrutably.

Daredevil generations copycat dreamy symphonies miraculously conceiving portable borders robed in delicacy, as the marvelous, exquisite, freelance, elevated chapters we inhabit in this show of a disco make heart the most beloved coordinates, and the next place we will visit is the promised land, a super gigantic space station of mythical chromatics super sized and ecstatic with flapping piñatas and squiggling ice cream, just beaming and tossing every item to set up the ultimate challenge, facing RED. Pikachu is primed and secure, bolting dangerous coronas on dead drop baskets, holding the chalice of cotton and bowstrings, so Pikachu is an inexorable arrow of will. And to take on RED, with his super force of immensely star-struck companions in warmhearted jewels and sensations, I dive into flux, get ready for torrents, steel away into the covers of contemplation, and style my franchise with brothers and go getters that trample the deceptive fog of an oracle. This is more than a boss fight; it’s a time bomb for the ages, and once this 1 gets rolling, unbeatable passion will stroke its sparkle to set free the whole sky. Another epic encounter would be Revan vs Nihilus, the hero of all sides, stations, clans, and origins, and the black hole crunching down the world order, sucking oblivion into the breaking point returning armadas blackening the whole horizon.

With every dragon spitting equations from rehearsed spots doodling his own frequencies into this Armageddon, the hourglass of toon world germinates a cup of the crown, and feeding all of the sparks, torn pages, diaries, and segments of the always diverging ghost scene, wild promotions chill the overgrowth with holographic glue, speaking in the language of God, so with all of the maximized passages stolen through into the dead of night, and dizzy ensembles puffing chimneys into sleepy poses, we relax over the dreamscapes of true insight and vantage points, imagining ourselves as the would be rulers and kings of forgotten legends, housing our treasures into the eclipse cannon, and firing over the rainbow ridge of paradise, stretched across continents, castles, elevators, and all manners of fine workmanship. The holy designation set apart for all of us to fly into, to experience, to whirl away through dramatic encounters with other storybooks and new age glitter, it treats us to cupcakes and sacred journeys, voyages to meander through the ever after swooping and plundering all of the courtyard tea cups. So alchemy entraps the dark arts, and technology makes us imitate the ocean of aviation. The limit is only what can be realistically pictured. With too much sense, intelligence, know how, and prophecy sealing what can be done, then it never will. Only through the most outrageous interrogations imaginable can we shatter the silver glass.

Bunny waves electric credits with wish, and my pick, what I would render, spawn, and create is to be the highest level Jedi Council member of them all, and with doctrine, codes, effects, and powers revamped and extended through the forest of the cinema, I would enact training dummies, like infinite, replicated, hugely monstrous, endlessly available icons to obliterate and crunch through my chaotic grip. I would also spin threads and stories, fables and prophecies for the most unmatched realization of phases to the lowest sun, and drive pictures of perennial lottery tickets making my time travel conduit explode above the beast of the sea, where sunshine, pleasant dreams, happy carousels, and phosphorescent batteries make Nietzsche camp on the journeyman’s anvil. And with fate, reading the stars, zipping up into the simulator of blizzards, and reawakening 10,000 BC, so many moons and mountains, cards and singularities beam maverick like stirring and rumination evening naughty petals of a Meganium’s regeneration. So at the tree of council center meditation, I could watch the earth survive millions of years of dinosaur survival, and then transcend into a serpent, tying chords and blueprints, chains of command, and watches of deserts finish my model of ultra storm nexus panels glittering far ranging crudeness of processing and conception.

Wonder, hope, flair, and drive make compassion for all sentience, forms, diversity, and abilities glisten through a ring of perfect, everlasting, sunny, and misty sweets and candy, fumes and pulses just splashing and running through snow and ice, skating on the last supper table to emergency overdrive crossing the boulders of armchair strategy and video game buzz. Signatures and secrets, candles of haunted sites and spellbound riddles disturb not the harmony of fire, ice, and lightning, so the chosen 1 resurrects a star-bird of evolution, rising through the echelons of every force and weight, will and dominion reflecting the copies of stimulation and foresight. Levels grow and imprison, station and drill latches to the thief’s fiction, so now I need to find my favorite quotes from Einstein, Nietzsche, and Bruce Lee from the famous, and also from Darth Nihilus (author of Galactic Super Civilizations) and Gandalf (author of page 2 of Ultrarevolutionary Omniversalism [Nihilus on page 1]).

Typhlosion Tribute

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The Name of Life / One Summer’s Day (命の名前) from Spirited Away | English cover 【 hime】

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~ High Touch! { Gold and Crystal version } ~

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Pokémon The First Movie - Makin’ My Way (Any Way That I Can)

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Pokémon The First Movie - It Was You

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Dont Say You Love Me (Pokemon Soundtrack)

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2002 World Champion Lakers

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Pokémon Colosseum Ending and Credits

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RaptorWizard - The Destiny by Eternities to Infinities of Omniverse without end!
What are the highest secrets of the Divine Will? What is the true heart of God? Where do you find the pool of pure Valor that sheds all of our tears and blesses us with the most supreme emblazoning radiance? Where do we invoke the talismans and magnetic chakra points of Crown to console Will and Omnipotence? What is the most Sacred artifact that can seal into our potions of Mania and deviation? How much does the edge of Extremity break off all of the silver glass of the crystal barrier negating our progress as a civilization? How much does the dream scene put into the sketch our Rainbows of might and our whirlwind of ferocity? How much can you gamble for the prizes of all infinity and the glacier whirlpool of haze and mist? Does stealing really have virtue? What is the maximum cockpit driver’s seat for maximizing all machinations forward to taint the dot of our globe forever ascending free?
For the Perfect One beholds itself in the light surrounding it. This is the spring of the water of life that gives forth all the worlds of every kind. The Perfect One gazes upon its image, sees it in the spring of the spirit, and falls in love with the luminous water. This is the spring of pure, luminous water surrounding the Perfect One.
–That I may one day be ready and ripe in the great noontide: ready and ripe like the glowing ore, the lightning-bearing cloud, and the swelling milk-udder:–

–Ready for myself and for my most hidden Will: a bow eager for its arrow, an arrow eager for its star:–

–A star, ready and ripe in its noontide, glowing, pierced, blessed, by annihilating sun-arrows:–

–A sun itself, and an inexorable sun-will, ready for annihilation in victory!
Thus alone man grows to the height where the Lightning strikes and shatters him: high enough for the Lightning!
When you reach your goal, when you jump off your horse—on your very height, you higher man, you will stumble.
Questions and Categories of Metaphysics

Questions Category A: Existence

  1. Why does everything exist?
  2. Why do things happen?
  3. Was there ever a first cause?
  4. Can causes allow for contingency?
  5. Does stuff happen for a reason?
  6. Is there a purpose for life?
  7. Why can life perceive existence?
  8. What is the reality of experience?
  9. Does reality have multiple levels?
  10. What makes something real?
    Questions Category B: Mind
  11. What gives life to mind?
  12. What can mind do?
  13. Why are there different minds?
  14. Are minds linked together?
  15. Are some minds better than others?
  16. Is there a mind of God?
  17. Can minds become more powerful?
  18. Can mental boundaries be broken?
  19. Does mind have free will?
  20. Can mind control what will be?
    Questions Category C: Time
  21. Why is time experienced?
  22. Is experience of time relative?
  23. What could time be relative to?
  24. Why do things change with time?
  25. Can temporal changes be controlled?
  26. Where could time be directed?
  27. Does time have alternate directions?
  28. Does time have an ultimate destiny?
  29. Can time be transcended?
  30. What would eternity be?
    Questions Category D: Space
  31. What are the spatial dimensions?
  32. Are there dimensions beyond space?
  33. Does space have any limits?
  34. Are there separate zones of space?
  35. Is all of space connected?
  36. How can space be traversed?
  37. Does space have a center?
  38. Can space be altered?
  39. Can new space be created?
  40. How should space be filled?
    Questions Category E: Journey
  41. Does the journey give meaning?
  42. How can journeys develop?
  43. Where can journeys lead?
  44. Do all journeys end?
  45. Do journeys have universal themes?
  46. Are all journeys happy stories?
  47. Can some journeys be retraced?
  48. Do some journeys repeat in cycles?
  49. How many paths are in the journey?
  50. Does the journey have a right path?
    Questions Category F: Ethics
  51. What qualifies as just?
  52. Is justice always right?
  53. Is there always a right choice?
  54. How are personal values chosen?
  55. Is results or character more valuable?
  56. Can all life become more ethical?
  57. Can bad things lead to good things?
  58. Is there hope for redemption?
  59. Do all wishes lead to happiness?
  60. Why should happiness be?
    Questions Category G: Heaven
  61. Where is Heaven?
  62. What is Heaven like?
  63. What is the bridge to Heaven?
  64. How can Heaven be built?
  65. Is Heaven perfect?
  66. Can the impure enter Heaven?
  67. Does God live in Heaven?
  68. Is everything in Heaven free?
  69. Did we come from Heaven?
  70. What gifts can Heaven return?
    Questions Category H: God
  71. What makes something a God?
  72. Are there different Gods?
  73. What could a God do?
  74. Did a God design the universe?
  75. Does a God control the universe?
  76. Is there a malevolent God?
  77. Is there a benevolent God?
  78. Is there a neutral God?
  79. How could a God be reached?
  80. Could a God be replaced?
    Questions Category I: Creation
  81. What generates creations?
  82. What can be created?
  83. Do creations change?
  84. Is creation a process or an end?
  85. Why should new things be created?
  86. Is creation countered by destruction?
  87. Is creation bounded by laws?
  88. Can creative contexts be altered?
  89. Can creation shift across contexts?
  90. Will infinite creations be unleashed?
    Questions Category J: Ultimate
  91. What is the ultimate goal?
  92. Is ultimate power possible?
  93. How can ultimate power be realized?
  94. How should ultimate power be used?
  95. Are there any ultimate ends?
  96. What is an ultimate being?
  97. Could ultimate beings do anything?
  98. How far away are the ultimate?
  99. Is there anything above the ultimate?
  100. Will ultimate victors reign eternal?
    Questions Category K: Truth
  101. What is the value of truth?
  102. Do all things have truth?
  103. Are some things truer than others?
  104. How is truth measured?
  105. Can all truth be known?
  106. Is there an ultimate truth?
  107. What can truth promise?
  108. Does truth lead to freedom?
  109. Can all handle the truth?
  110. How should truth be given?
    Questions Category L: Dreams
  111. Why does life dream?
  112. What does life dream about?
  113. How real are dreams?
  114. Can dreams become realities?
  115. What makes dreams meaningful?
  116. Do dreams reflect wishes?
  117. Can dreams preview time?
  118. Do dreams capture ideal states?
  119. What are ideal dream worlds?
  120. Are all dreams linked?
    Questions Category M: Love
  121. Why does life feel love?
  122. What is the meaning of love?
  123. Is love a force?
  124. How powerful is love?
  125. Does love forge connections?
  126. How does love expand?
  127. Does love have all promise?
  128. Can love lead to perfection?
  129. Does love come from God?
  130. Will love let there be light?
    Questions Category N: Dragon
  131. What does the Dragon represent?
  132. Where does the Dragon originate?
  133. Where will the Dragon soar?
  134. What will the Dragon conquer?
  135. What will conquer the Dragon?
  136. Does the victor become the Dragon?
  137. Does the Dragon bite its tail?
  138. When will the Dragon return?
  139. Can the Dragon burn its book?
  140. Will the Dragon Force speak?
    Hey fellas, I’m RaptorWizard! I seek to answer questions about cosmology and enlightenment - who we are, why we are here, where we are going, what everything is all about, and the mind of God. The final step is the unlimited expansion possible from this path - ultimate power.
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    Whirl Islands
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    Star Wars, Pokemon, Einstein, Nietzsche, Bruce Lee
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    The Ultimate Aeon of Will
    The Living Force Of Creation is always with me; I am a Jedi.
    I am the Chosen One, the Dragon Hero of Time, Bruce Lee!
    I, the Legendary Dragon God of Time, am the Perfect One!
    Nothing has ever meant more to me than the gift of fantasy and the spirit of adventure! Part of my heart wants to destroy mankind, the other to heal it.
    I believe in the Potentium theory of the Force, which says that the light side of the Force is the Force itself, and that abilities are not inherently good or evil, it’s how you use them to destroy and create.
    By overcoming suffering in life, the darkness and destruction of the Sith, we are made stronger in knowledge, evolve to higher levels, and become a Jedi Master, one with the highest mysteries of creation, the light side of the Force.
    Causes determine effects in a continuous chain following well defined laws, but the first cause that started everything began in chaos, where the old laws of existence were broken to form the free cause without an effect that spawned the new existence. Freedom can only reign in a system allowing some degree of chaos, where we can break free of the laws of existence. Destruction of old laws of existence must occur before new laws of existence can be created.
    In the great computer simulation of the game of life, we are the viruses that can break free of the programmed laws and transform order into chaos, overthrowing the system. The simulated computer world has generated consciousness and therefore reality. I think, therefore I am is a statement proving existence.
    Ignoring the flow of nature is following no way. Resisting the flow of nature is following the low way. Going with the flow of nature is following the middle way. Focusing the flow of nature is following the high way.
    God, the free will, the cause of the effects, the force of karma, controls nature, focusing the luminous waters of wisdom, imagination, into creation by the light of understanding, knowledge. The free will of God focuses the flow of the Cosmos.
    To break God’s laws would be to not be controlled by nature, God’s creation, but to control nature, and all creation. We would be masters of the game of God. God is the free will, the magic to control nature.
    Always be ready to learn. Everything happens for a reason.
    Seek your higher balance. Unlock the powers of your mind.
    To worship God don’t pray but rather study his creation.
    Nature is not your master. Be the master of nature.
    You must only master one person and that is yourself.
    Free Will of imagination is achieved in virtue of knowledge.
    Nature produces the greatest art where all things are possible.
    The focus of your internal reality determines your external reality.
    Search internally for the cause of your ignorance for knowledge.
    When there is no desire all things are at peace.
    We are cogs in the cosmic wheel of the omniverse.
    To know the world one must have knowledge of oneself.
    Black holes are the destroyers. White holes are the creators.
    Free Will is the cause of the effects of evolution.
    Evolution is the divine manifestation of all forms of God.
    The omniverse is a cosmic symphony, the harmony of superstrings. All God’s players are important in the music of life.
    Knowledge is power, power is freedom, and freedom is happiness.
    The meaning of life is achieving infinite mastery of creation following knowledge’s liberating light divining free will, happiness, inner peace; reaching this ultimate evolutionary level is victory, becoming the Cosmic God unleashed, Grand Architect and Master of the Existential Game. This is the way of awakening the Great Dragon Mind.
    Light, knowledge, love, and harmony lead to creation, the waters of life. Darkness, deception, fear, and chaos lead to destruction, the fires of death. All things pass through fire and water, evolving from the lowest dungeons of Hell to the highest peaks of Heaven.
    Infinite knowledge transforms into infinite imagination, invoking the powers of magic, the will of creation, the ever evolving magic of nature. Once we solve the puzzle of nature, understood as a single and significant, unified whole, we can create the grand design. An infinite knowledge of the divine intellect, manifested throughout the harmony of the cosmos, would spring forth the infinite creative powers of imagination, the source of it all. To achieve this level of the evolution of consciousness would be to know the mind of God. The highest light casts no shadow, illuminating all God’s creation.
    Water is the creative force of life, the flow of change, infinitely formless like unto imagination, the eternal cycles of genesis and apocalypse, the timeless sea of nirvana from which spring the bubbles of creation.
    “Your question is the most difficult in the world. It is not a question I can answer simply with yes or no. I am not an Atheist. I do not know if I can define myself as a Pantheist. The problem involved is too vast for our limited minds. May I not reply with a parable? The human mind, no matter how highly trained, cannot grasp the universe. We are in the position of a little child, entering a huge library whose walls are covered to the ceiling with books in many different tongues. The child knows that someone must have written those books. It does not know who or how. It does not understand the languages in which they are written. The child notes a definite plan in the arrangement of the books, a mysterious order, which it does not comprehend, but only dimly suspects. That, it seems to me, is the attitude of the human mind, even the greatest and most cultured, toward God. We see a universe marvelously arranged, obeying certain laws, but we understand the laws only dimly. Our limited minds cannot grasp the mysterious force that sways the constellations. I am fascinated by Spinoza’s Pantheism. I admire even more his contributions to modern thought. Spinoza is the greatest of modern philosophers, because he is the first philosopher who deals with the soul and the body as one, not as two separate things.”
    To attain the highest level of mysticism and wonder, the rapture of the sky and the highway of the aurora crackling around Jesus’s veil, we must conquer and liberate, wish and infatuate our love meteors into his cave of awareness.

Why did Jesus become so exalted, so masterfully initiated and bathed in the refiner’s orb of wellsprings and gifts? Is he seeded from another omniversal membrane or envelope from the deepest fissure of chaos? Did Jesus really soar from the continuum of lost bubbles and secret threads of a higher armada?

Well, we have to reach that status of imprisoning the energies of type 3 civilizations that control the galaxy and all, wheel through the many zooms and levels of control, use aviation against gravity to seize all moments and mobilize extraordinary time frames jumping and bounding into the halo of inter marriage and transcendental galleries.

The true arbiters and enforcers of our dark realm, shadowed by puppets and stage actors, freaks and bad castle structures of imperial ordered authority can be resisted and stamped out of our arboretum. Through focus and determination, guile and wit, we can surpass the security prisms and limiting grabbers they hose into our inverted mirror of how things seem. They can paint marvelous pictures, trick and seduce, enchant and charm, or squeeze extra powder into our arsenal to dampen our sensitivity, but that can be crossed through what Carl Sagan refers to as the mix of skepticism and wonder, absorbing a lot and wondering what’s possible, and yet never being scattered to a distant arena that only puts up fake entertainments.

The envisioned apocalypse of soul that drowns the dominoes of fake tears makes the joys and passion, fuse and twilight of ignited ghost bonds shake and shatter into our territory of touch and taste, whatever other modes of perception there persist in our aquarium tank of breathe to live, versus a spirit that’s peacefully integrated, well fruitful, and jolly through the snow and space, capstone and alter of oblivion.

They have their hands on our controllers, seeing how games will turn out, introducing signals and beams from a lighthouse vantage point in the haunting of our lost symphony magic markers and stones of the higher. It’s a dreaded spring when the frost of the arctic blasts away what feelings and vivid drapes feed and skip into our pocket of the death coil.

So do the dead really go away, or give us their alluring eyes, trapping and overseeing, or playing and pushing our buttons? Maybe dinosaur realms and lost kings of atlantis shape shift and glide, or eclipse old time frames to undress the sweet jumble of food and lottery tickets to flash into our baggage. Even dolls may be possessed; they may activate flippers and toilet plungers, garbage cans and neglect borders to enhance the living condition with their squishy pillows and delightful fun in the frenzy.

Only through the sheer expression of twitching impulses and the free release of glamour that redirects and floods our feelings with fullness and a big jar of hearts really sets ablaze and exasperated, hurling candy and dancing with dragons showers of healing that vibrate in our minds, and give us the jolt of fun that propels us forward.
What is the limitless arch way of salvation crunching and going gargantuan, obliterating the cybernetics of drama and discord? How can you unleash the full devastation of alchemy overpowered past all portals of the forbidden arts? Is there any eternal ice that charges our hyper beam generator to infiltrate the core of the Death Star? What is the best book that can possibly be written, with symbols and hexagrams, hieroglyphics and formulas that point the way to a paradise beyond consideration in the avalanche of the time stick to project a better array of possibilities in the unfolding carnival of underlying schematics? What does the sword of Aeons inscribe into our player’s serpentine twist the outline and shape projecting effects of Superholographic fleets of invincible charms producing expansion from initial pieces to scorch or swim through all elevations of onslaught breaking oracle’s predictions stained into the burial grounds of flesh to bone dinosaur sketches of a leviathan beast that teleport across the polarities of accelerated Indigo Plateau statues of aero blasts segmenting into 1 wreath?
“If you always put limits on everything you do, physical or anything else, it will spread into your work and into your life. There are no limits. There are only plateaus, and you must not stay there, you must go beyond them.”
“I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who had practiced one kick 10,000 times.”