I know of a profoundly materialistic woman who believes she can buy her way to a state of paradise. And once she accomplishes this, she is well aware that she'll be able to obtain whatever she desires merely by requesting it, and in the most laconic terms — even if the shops aren't open. And she believes she can buy her way to a state of paradise.
She scrutinizes a nearby placard very closely because verbal information often harbors a great degree of semantic ambiguity. Hey, there's a bird singing in the tree next to the stream. Every now and then, we are struck with a profound sense of doubt, apprehension, or even foreboding.
Ooh, it compels me to conjecture. Ooh, it compels me to conjecture.
I feel a particular sensation when I gaze in the direction of the setting sun: I experience acute wanderlust. In addition, I have imagined circular formations of smoke in the midst of a forest, as well as the commentary of the people observing them.
Ooh, this all compels me to conjecture. Ooh, this all truly compels me to conjecture.
Rumor has it that if we promptly seize control of our destiny, a flautist will shepherd us to rationality. And the next era will begin for whoever waits around for it, at which time some unidentified persons will laugh in the woods.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa.
Don't be disconcerted if there's a disturbance in the shrubbery that marks the border of your property — that just means winter is over. It's true, there are a couple of routes you can choose but you will always have the opportunity to take a different one.
And this all compels me to conjecture. Ohh, woah.
You are suffering from tinnitus so you may not realize that the aforementioned flautist requests your company. Nonetheless, my gentle woman, are you able to perceive the sound of air currents? Do you realize that your route to paradise is illusory?
As we travel from one place to the next, our corporeal presences dwarfing our spiritual ones, a familiar woman is out for a stroll; she is brightly luminescent and continues to insist on her materialistic viewpoint. Hark closely and you will eventually discern a melody (perhaps played by the aforementioned flautist). At which time e pluribus unum, and vice versa, shall reign. In the meantime, endeavor to be a stone which is incapable of being dislodged from its current position.
And she believes she can buy her way to a state of paradise.
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