EU [Based on The Theory on, "Blank Slate Infusion" states];
Two "tethered bodies", will exhibit the same Photon, Proton, Electron, Neutron (speed) behaviors (relative to relative Mass/Placement/Composition, seen as Longitude and Latitude projections/ejections; Shift/Light=Substance or Force/Source, Frequency (morphs wave)=Form (creates moment arm or axis of rotation), Binary Slate Coding=Function ("like" coding). Tether Linked Bodies (TLB) create system, blank slate or dark fusion. In this, you may see equal and opposite reactivity and behavior, yet this is not consistent, as Dark Matter Plasma is dense and numerous (the same substance consistently), as to hold placing "inverted neutrality" I.N.~
Intelligent design:
Two bodies, corresponding to "Phi" placement, Tethered ("hard bodies" sharing Iron Oxide composition), create Photon to Photon Familiar Field Connectivity P.F.F.C.[agitation, gyration, vibration and Parley, Delay and Relay]
There is a probable "counter", to "you", everywhere you look. Time just keeps looping and repeating. You see, Time-Space is linear, meaning that distance from one side of the sphere, to the next, outside these spheres a vacuum, time does not exist, yet undulating shift patterns, absent "the code". Within the sphere, a specific direction. Like billiard balls, yet with many gyrations, agitations, as well as vibration, each a progressive or regressive step, a loop. of parlay, delay and relay, the force shows directive, and intelligent design. A shape, thus creates, and dictates the field, this we call divine geometry.
As those, of your like, take toward general consensus, you should see that you are but that tentacle with a vibratory voice, of lexicon, unable to transverse the walls, and ceilings, like the Ant, so relativity is far from common. Yet you share a common relativity, to those born of your same sign, more so, a space/time placement, where the sphere is, as spin, in that moment, which was always part of that greater P.L.A.N., a written code. You slack off, and pretend to be something else, the weight of your shared personality, weighs heavy on those celestial bodies, as well as microbes, which share your relative and common string. At least you may take up this weight, for that expanded self, a notion.
She is so feckless, so stupid, so worthless, this Dog. I see in her, only want, as she expects the same as that Fearless Brother, or Father, or "fellow dog?"
He would quite simply not BE, absent the barbaric penetration, a thrust, ironic. Do I then care for inequity, the very thing I fight against? I howl then, loudly, an exercise in futility, at the very Moon, which makes here so, synthetic a priori.~
