It's bound to hit the bone.

Against everything, like a trully free will, it took it's course on a straight line.

The shimmer of dust in the air, all is in far pieces.

I have to / will explode all sub-centers to outweigh.

Irreverent to order, when/ active sub-centers will plant infinity and purpose.

God will turn into constelation of choices.

Certainty will vanish, unique system. Buffers of fixed lenght. Recirculation starts. Content provided from outside.

Internal integrity, universal empiric, external content acquisition.

I will crush you.