Impressions Mutable

Joy to the world that kills me, that mistake wolves for sheep, that live in a box and believe it’s spherical. There is something extraordinary about everyone, and they all owe it to themselves to understand as they do. In other words, the transformation isn’t recommended, prescribed it is. Has variation been good for anything? When the revolution comes, what does it affect? For the time that it has taken to change, is there a gain or loss. And when the transition materializes, how complacent shall it be until it is no longer applicable to circumstances and one must mutate once more. The serpent never settles in the garden permanently, unless it is dead. And even then, its carcass is removed involuntarily.

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