As the bushes of the maze of universal existence grow to a height predicted by the Gods of solace the weak become left in the dark. The only hope is for them to find a ladder to overcome their anguish and torment causing a new horizon to unfold like a paper heart of love and rich reward. Then the dice of the cosmological casino will reach a bet that transcends ordinary space and causes the truth to be acquired with a smirk on the face of the deck of cards. Brutal concepts get flushed away with no return in the game of celestial intrigue and the ladders that reach the top of the bushes will see the goal of hope with directions filling their mind like a sat nav on overload. New satellites see the global picture of landscapes and the microwaves penetrate the universe causing it to reveal its secrets and untold mysteries. As the bushes grow so does our concepts in a battle for supremacy like a war of worlds that has no immediate finish line. When the flag of victory is revealed the wind of deceit will not force it to half mast, it will rise like a dolphin jumping through loops of pride and achievement. The ultimate dawn will be upon us like a bright jewel of reflecting stone cutting through the tangled mess of hatred and lies.

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