The art is in evolving to such a receptive consciousness, which is aligned to enjoyment and fruition in both ways _ expecting and planning the randomizations for __pecific_ joys as well as designing joys in __eneric_ randomizations. True love lands you in a consciousness, which relishes the joys of this rainbowish dualism best.
Biographers know nothing about the intimate sex lives of their own wives, but they think they know all about Stendhal__ or Faulkner__.
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