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𝑭𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍,
𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏❜𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒚
𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅,
𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆.
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒌𝒊𝒏,
𝑨 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚
𝑽𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒍;
𝑨𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓❜𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉
𝑨 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒆𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔,
𝑨 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒆𝒘-𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆
𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒍
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆.
𝑨𝒎𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒂𝒘,
𝑨 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆
𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅❜𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏,
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍❜𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆
𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚.
𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕;
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓,
𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒖𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔;
𝑨𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍;
𝑾𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐❜𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚;
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉
𝑨𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍;
𝑾𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍
𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆:
𝑶𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆,
𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓❜𝒔 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅;
𝑾𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆.
𝑨𝒏 𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒅
𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉❜𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆
𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑰𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆.
𝑨𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒃𝒆
𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆❜𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒑,
𝑯𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆,
𝑰𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔,
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔,
𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒕𝒚.
𝑨𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉❜𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒖𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆
𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉.
𝑨 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉,
𝑨 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝒂 𝑮𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔,
𝑨 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚.
𝑰𝒏 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕
𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇,
𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒔,
𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒇
𝑯𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉-𝒖𝒔𝒆
𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒎𝒊𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒅𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔;
𝑰𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕,
𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍❜𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈,
𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑼𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏,
𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚.
𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔,
𝑰𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉,
𝑶𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒔
𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆
𝑨𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔:
𝑨𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍❜𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔
𝑶𝒓 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏
𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍,
𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚, 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓.
𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉,
𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔:
𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒆,
𝑰𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅❜𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅:
𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒃 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒔,
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆.
𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔❜ 𝒂𝒊𝒓
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆.
𝑰𝒎𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎𝒊𝒄 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒋𝒐𝒚
𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒘, 𝒔𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕,
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕-𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑲𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆,
𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏-𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔,
𝑨𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉❜𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕❜𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆,
𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍-𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒎
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒔,
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆,
𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒔.
𝑨 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉;
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒔𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆
𝑨 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑩𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔,
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝑱𝒐𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔,
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒊𝒔𝒅𝒐𝒎❜𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒎𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑼𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚.
𝑰𝒏 𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒊𝒓
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒎𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒅
𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒅𝒆𝒂.
𝑨 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉
𝑷𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑹𝒂𝒚
𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕
𝑶𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚.
𝑭𝒂𝒓-𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔.
𝑶𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏❜𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆
𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆❜𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚❜𝒔 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕❜𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆.

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[@mtyagi1]

Beautiful! How can I find out the Sanskrit Shlok with Sunil da’s composition? This passage is worth listening again and again. Thank you so much.

[@naganandhini5962]

thank you 🙂