Chemistry of axes

A conventional intersection can transpose a conventional crisscrossing of traffic from pedestrians, to cyclist, to vehicles in a confusion of axes in this instance its is organized on rails and three-dimension, which means that one of the rail ways is an elevator. Train like vehicles enters an intersection along a main axis, the other is a secondary, or third axis which is determined by who enters first in the station a station facing an opposing traffic on the same rail tracks. The main track is in the red and cardinal axis with trains on an imminent collision and set off train and passengers fly to smithereens at first sight it appears so with evolution at the beginning of something like the dynamics of an axis that encounters another axis and the third of the cardinal axes to motors the universe.

It's the scene that leaves one in awe This illustration; by the impressive white of a wild and shows the heart of the permanent flash of light pairing the three playing dice in an cardinal axes. They have for role the activity of colliding animation of a determining point while traffic blowing apart free to shift off center inside the cube. A the chemistry by the Global Position System (GPS) and set of a drinking straw of 3D crosshairs whiskers of a cellar antenna cardinal axes with which, in the flora, fauna and landscape entry through the eye measures the earth reliefs, and more so of filters to every element of life that nature has to denominate the unique manage and relay to its soul as if brushed by sunlight either the brain on the identity of the sphere, or the living cell. vertical hair of a whisker and through the guts to the nether body. From the pit of the chest brushing the heart and lungs, and through the upper limbs off the flanks. All these hair tips have to outreach into space in keeping a body on a leash while in a continuous face of the earth rotation and in orbit around the sun. Each thing has its place, like the white wild spikes chemistry of the colliding red hot priority axis, the intermediate comfortable green and the cool blue axes which together reflect the crystalline shrapnels blowing from the coaxial meeting of tunnels in the middle of a binary system of sphere and cube The smallest fragments fly off at an angle of alternative axes in turn the magnetic field framing the virtual cube. The other shrapnel and fragments without course blow what blowing up a balloon does with the air out of one's lungs that one can admire with the pockets of air speaking under water and no different in space at sight of these latex balloons afloat in the atmosphere, or Hot Air Balloon, or to the other extreme blimps, the specter of cardinal axes behaving in the sense of drinking straws whereas gravitation evolves matter, levitation evolves life supporting intellectual properties. Gravitation is that eagle in the sky and Levitation the diving shadow of the will power swiping which, force of an open hand grabs that drop of Honey and Milk, in the shape and color falling from a cracked egg shell. To break that parsec velocity to parachute at the suspension lines, held by the skirt of the billowing canopy the pressure of the soul with the load of a motherly spirit. A rapacious catch by the soul for a soft landing of the yolk's due inheritance from the backwaters that pooled a delta on a level of a generation earlier. The drop plunged through the glaze of the water surface to bound back and resurfaced to come a lie still with a smack of lips like the blister of a soap bubble. On the surface the blistery yolk left a narcissistic reflection that cupped the dome in the water the specter of a sheet of glass at the thickness of a new generation break. There, shy in the middle of the circular seam of the yellow blister, harnessed with a preemptive biorhythmic heart impulses orchestrated by the life's bionic cords quasi connected to my soul. There, my angelic soul tunes up with feathery fingers the cords of the harp and turning the encapsulated yolk with the electronic equipment of a

space ship's control room. In flesh and bones, I existed when I had a vision that was to show me the beginning of my developing spirit. I stared at first on a banal egg yolk, until picking up on strange and eclipsing hair line streams held down by the blistery film. Grew with curiosity, and in numbers the appearance as in colors of sprightly quick run that by its velocity didn't allow me to catch sight of the source. Until, I became smart, and instead that I tried to catch the drops of a sprinkler's course, I tracked back the trajectories to the source. Once there, and focus tuning an acute eyesight. Unlike in a lava lamp, where electric stream hurts themselves against the glass of the bowl to die without follow up. Here, the umbilical parsec lines gathered from the harp of my soul had anchored in the yolk. In need to challenge those intelligent and capricious streams seeking an exit. I shifted sight to the top area of the blister, and with an attentive lurking anticipation, I grew hypnotized by the emerging pattern of streams sprightly springing from the middle deep. I questioned, 'Where were these streams off to?' I returned sight where the streams vanished in a moment of chaos at lightning speed in numbers and colors. Until, I was called beyond their dives and swims beneath the specter of an ice sheet further than the glair lies against the infinity of the open space to gaze at a series of blemishes in the far distance. There, far beyond the concentric open space my sight was grasped the growth that electric tips scalp emerging from the surface and turning a scintillating starry might to coagulate and depose these on the surface. My spirit in the pilot's seat of the yolk, my soul making known, who was in control of the machine, at the hands of the strings, a puppet dancing to a chorus rhyming; I am boss!

In a far distance that didn't lay still, the invisible fingers of hands racked up the milky coagulation. What seems an illusion, I soon dismissed, while in the grips of my curiosity, the mass rolled and gathered clouds while nearer by plasm flowed in patches of glair, toward the glair of the yolk that turned a smooth and white texture without realizing then, that in these moments the cockpit of my flying saucer were fledging the preemptive sensors for a body to be from the cognitive bank of life before me. With a closer look on these parsec lines hanging from that spectral disks of crisscrossing axes dividing the red hot from the blue cold and between them the green ambient areas developing the bubble of the soul with a quasar magnitude framing a galactic dynamism developing the harp of scintillating constellations of organ from which are suspended the parsec lines that in due course run through the eye of sight and memorize the tunneling life style of a living cell to the memory-windsock as such bringing the binary sphere-cube out of its sleep the dormant crystalline by reflection and refraction of two way mirrors to cross an infinite universe waiting to be awakened from its darkness by the kiss of a charming prince interposing the facing facets to hurl the image reflect into an infinity small. This parsec ray is as unique as a sun rays of coaxial bristles pelting through the atmosphere in a display of sails breaking away and dancing the translucent colors of the rainbow on a breeze. A six feathery branch of a snow crystals appearing in the darkness, in the reflection of a taut nylon line by beam of sight and spread in an instance both ways carried by the spinning ring coiling in a momentum of miniaturization. The parsec line carried by rolling grains of sand across a desert landscape brought back to the dimension of a developing sight, or the bat system of sending out signals that ping at the touch of matter and returns to the sender evolved with birds a memory migrating system. The soul evolves from the framework of the harp a curtain of parsec rays, lines invisibly refined

and color codes. Anchored to the galactic and cloudy quasar fledging with the wing of the soul's will power that consolidate the organ monsters dropping their lines with the hand grip of a swipe to catch that single drop of a motherly spirit along a highway strung and break neck speed straights down to the tollgate of the yolk's heart pump chemical laboratory breaking the highway speed of a curtain of traffic breaking the strains to wheeling, dealing and coquetry flirts, preparing the spirit for a life in the countryside. At the time of my birth, traffic officers were controlling traffic from the middle of intersections, and gradually left their place to post on the sidewalk and others extended an arm over the intersection where no apparent change was visible by the evolution of electronic. Yet, traffic signals deep inside the blister of my yolk, through the other half of my bubble reflected the cup to be buried in the ground. Nevertheless, by the whiskers of cardinal axes antenna my presence and guiding soul without which, I am that astronaut floating into the vast universe further and further away from the space ship and without the hope of ever getting back in contact. These cardinal axes rhyme a rule; 'You are bound to meet.' and this outreaching organ of touch the whiskers, have been there in the first live cell, clever at the touch of another bubble and provide that synergy to bring bubbles together and pop the relationship to one stronger and bigger bubble. The synergy doesn't lie in one bubble, neither the other, but the filament of an incandescent bulb's between the couples. A filament consuming at the middle in the surrounding luminescence from the spatial darkness, and equally spreads the energy along in both direction to both couple with a chemistry rhyming in syllables to each other; "I love you love." For that synergy to take effect, there has to be a wall, a colored disk at the center of a living object, which compass arm of sight draws the first and red circle that will split and draw half the size and energy the next two in a miniaturization from the spot of a four spokes cartwheel and plane of a fairground while standing in the torque axle blowing soap bubbles. This is the inadvertent motor of sweeping the environment and cards that the universe plays on life. Which castle of cards is universal and calculated to collapse with domino effect, hollowing out the cave of evolution cards that are the mere tiles of a domino game, with a difference. Each domino bone is cut through the middle and played face to face by the adjoining dice. A pragmatic and metaphysics 3D game of chess by the fingers in the colors of the rainbow that; was it mastered by a processor, computers would start thinking for themselves, and feel the phantasms of thought, through the underlying sphere that the cube is representing. By a first fistful 7 dice throw, 6 Slaves die will emerge feeding a Master die disappearing in the midst and held together by the rule of the cardinal axes. In this first degree pleiad, with the following few fistful pleiad the thrown block of dice will dock in a ball and form the second degree and so forth in a billowing momentum seeing that the dice are existential in the darkness of the universe competition in the domain is modeled like clay in capital it is the taxes that the cardinal axes bring to the city. In cells it is the identity of the master die and slaves that take the upper hand by the value of its numerological identity based on the pips that adjoining tiles bring to the Master sphere the fire igniting to torque that rotates the electric motor inside the armature of the cube.

Calculated roll out lucky numbers, so is the kit of life and miniaturization as in the armature of the cube the electric motors bounce off, firing at random as it might seem at first. In slow motion every moment is controlled by a value represented on the die and magnetic fields of the cube. By selection in the middle, the opposing numbers add up to 7 that give the 1 and 6 in opposition a weakness and strength over the other. Instead of allowing oncoming traffic heading for each other in the same axis to crash, the red light is given, and the green light goes for the adjoining next axis of the slave up in grade. The electric lightning crosses from the axis 1 and fires the 2 pip face to 3 and then jumps side which, give the motor that chaotic motion of an anti clockwise to clockwise jump of rotation the chicken in a cage, emotional frustration from seeking an escape where there is none, but a make believe open wire cage. As each of the cages form that battery, the current passes and turning each cell into a cannibal changing a slave cell into that of a master position. a system of domino effect when the chicken can't watch its behind while pecking the feathers through the wires of a cage in front. When the universe was somber and asleep, so were in stasis the axis of a trellis knotting the middle of the dormant spheres still without assault there is no need for the protective system of alternative axes to triggered that framework of a cube to each sphere. The battery of a binary system of the sphere-cube is an evolution when the 3D assault net that is pegged with clothes on a washing line is threatened from being pirated. The treasure of experiences recycling the cemetery of buried minds the supraliminal cognitive bank from which one draws the wits to serves in its utility the naive spirit of the evolving yolk to gain a spiritual sense storming incessant ambushed attacks. Time to draw the evolution's blueprints from the preemptive biorhythm that will get every organ to dance in the body of a new born and every cells along the line pirated and gathered clouding from far afield in space thickening with treasures in the wing spreading for a sweeping landing down the ecliptic path. in the depth of the infinite black, a chemical flaw was bound to occur, igniting and burning a synergistic filament between two spheres much of the same effect that a low watt bulb in the middle of a large dark room produces when the switch is flicked to see the white light propagate, rubbing out the disorientated infinite black until a surface brightens and reflects brining a dimension with the walls and ceiling appearance, and shadowing to life the room furniture. In slow motion, each synergistic burning filament between two spheres jumps from the first degree to the second and so forth in zigzags by the calculated denominator factor on the pips of facing domino tiles and in their forking and propagating path sowing chaos feed on the luminescent particles and on the run with domino effect from one disaster to the next brightens up an ensemble of a cave roof and floor that hollows out the universe a galactic cave a life throb for the muscles to the monster organ of a heart beat in the making.