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In pensive or negligent mood, I long for a greater, scrutinized sense; nothing vividly outlined but a sketch of the perceivable. In fact, I would perish any thoughts of scrutiny, some sort of conditioned nature of life. Rather, a concoction of irregularity and regularity would favor my appetite.

I often think of the idea of irregularity as a cloud of unfinished thoughts, like a nebula with its twinkling stars sparkling within its perimeter – each representing a meaningful, however, unfinished thought. This is because it leads me to exhibit my adaptability; to what an extent am I capable of improvising? By all that I have experienced, the nature of the unknown relies on the intangible – that is, factors which are beyond measures. Hence, the uncertainty that we perceive only stretches as far as the mind grants its abyss. As a result, I am convinced that the ductility of temper plays a principal role in one’s ability to adapt. The unraveling of the wary aspects of self, I have found, unleashes any tapering influences imposed by self or others. Naturally, I find myself capable of devoting my effort into only one task, which I perceive as a well-conducted improvisation of the unknown. The irregularity which some may fear–as they anticipate the unfathomable trepidation–can nonetheless be a result of a sparkle shimmering at first.