The reality to me seems like a reality within a reality like there are realms within a realm. How many realms is there is unbeknowst to me but i would suspect there are millions or billions. The reality in which we live in can be controlled by uttering  the utterance of corpulation throughout the realm. I don't believe my corpulation manifests itself to to the realm as my corpulation has been debilatated by the opposition. In or to make the realm correspond with our deliberations we need to rethink the realm and how it fruitates to our concise conpitulations. There is something besides a conpitulation that manifests the realm and it withstands our debilatation with what that will be is a concise concicment of consise consisesiveness.

I look forward to the day of the future where everything will become knownst to me and my congregation. Hiding so much from me and the people with whom I belong to is a fathomable fathom of unfathomable formention. To betray the people of the earth with such forlording abandonement and distaste is a crises of which to enbattle.  Bring forth the reclusive recluse for the aformentioned is wll within my grasp. Conquer me not for i have conquered the unconquarable conquest. I now own all there is to own.

I can't find my way for the road i walk looks dark and clouded. I trudge forward praying that the path i travel is the correct way. When I get to my destination I hope it is the place of plactitude I am searching for for if I have faultered along the way my mistake could be extremely detrimental. Only time will reveal if my course has been correct and as I approach the position of of procedural procedure I am filled with doubt and uncertainty. If I have calculated my course correctly the realm will manifest itself to everything of my beckoning and if I have mistepped then only god knows.