Ease

Ease sounds just as good as it occurs. Just as a fur cap eases its way smoothly
onto one’s head. It slides like a feather breezes crisply through the air pockets. A speck
of dust is both virtually and realistically impossible to entirely eliminate. Even the
destruction of something is then the creation of something new. Even if the vacuum
sucks it up, its energy is stored in the sac. The energy eventually goes to a landfill where
it will transform into another form of energy for intentional usage. Thus mastered quality
reaches its purpose. Then the nearly impossibly reachable level of ease can be matched.