Why cross the bridge without thinking that living is forever, and nothing will ever change? We change continuously not always for the best, without knowing true essence of love, in it purest form. -- Confiding in self among ageless sprees, dust flows freely without each speck of understanding, forcing subconscious mind control, majestic manifestations, appearing among truth intimacy, and pleasurable passions of foreseen images before direct contact occurs. -- Admission not accepted, releasing truths only known to the heartless, would cause a backward flow of understandable knowledge to unreasonable reactions limited for a short time in dimensional space. -- Taken across our space of wonder, do we pronounce the reality of inspirational intellect?