O how the milky way dost its crucifix bear,alight its pantheon and checkered by selfsame firmament of the aristomagnetic charm,Whereon the stars and galaxies in their spangled voyage,merry go round the eliptical oval and cohesively clump concatinates,dancing feverishly this pedigree at the cosmotic pedometer of its conjugal bliss pendent with Mothernature to dress their ordnand from sunset into sunrise.Thy bossom o mothernature will not dismember the panaches of recyclical renewal nor its teleological boon frozen to set ontology,junketing the infinity of its evergreen melange,where bungled time decayed with Steady Decay and steady decay decayed with bungled time.To revile casuistry,of robotic intelligence.And within mainstream ordnances ordered to float the gravities.