Consider your point of view, I am sure you do it often enough that it should come naturally. Now, humor me for a second as you hypothetically place yourself in a group of people. Imagine that this group is working on a very important project. You have devised this fantastic, bombastic, scholastic, elastic idea. Even better, everybody concludes "Holy hellfire Mr.Get Thefout, thats an amazing idea!" You sit back with a smug grin on your face, glad that for once your idea made it through the incomprehensible cacophony that is the river of understanding. Hells yeah, I finally made it across. I rock. A month later, your team mates have come up with a product that makes no sense and has nothing to do with your idea. The idiotic product fails and you lose your job because guess what, it was your idea. What do we have here? A team of doltfish? As much as I'd like to think so, its more likely that there is a breakdown in communication somewhere. It is so common for us to get the gist of an idea and then jump to a conclusion. Sometimes this is great! Other times it doesn't really work. Its a fast paced world we live in, Mr. Get, the faster we can reach comprehension of a subject the quicker we will accomplish our goals. This leads me to my first topic for this quick rant/do it yourself guide for communication, 1) Slow down hotrod. I am sure you would love to be done with us as soon as possible, but we need to be sure you actually understand what it is we are trying to convey to you. Getting ahead of yourself if an excellent way to miss details, which is where the devil lives. As unique and stunningly intelligent you are, some of our brains are extremely limited. We cannot multitask,...

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Secreted away in a shadowed
Planet, it finds itself reawakening,
As it’s painted in vibrant shades
By ever solemn souls
And laid bare,
By her ever solemn hands.
As unfathomably earthed beneath iron glass
As it is, an abject memory offered to her,
Accompanied with crimson pulsations; throbbing
For an audience with the contemplations of
Its conception.

Now, she breathes life back into these dying stars
So threads of emotion thrum behind them,
Like so many chords in a sickly cantata
Reverberating through its catatonic
Wires.

Her eyes that entreat nothing of life;
Requiring nothing of me, the mute.
But still glittering silver, reflecting
My inquiries about when Eternity
Will eventually end, how we will
Break like obsidian shatters when struck,
And be buried together in a world
Of silhouetted sleep.