It sits, reprehensible from the very essence of the world, attacking the former; it pretends to be remarkable yet is filled with banalities like the rest, captivated by the dullness of existence. The great flavor is merely a moment, fleeting before it settles back into the ordinary. It is a lavish restraint, indulging yet maintaining a sense of loss, a beauty that can hardly be felt. The utmost reverence is due to the toil of man and the struggles of the self, and in such toil is the beauty of life captured. A force of incredible consequence shadowed by loss.

It sits, reprehensible from the very essence of the world, attacking the former; it pretends to be remarkable yet is filled with banalities like the rest, captivated by the dullness of existence. The great flavor is merely a moment, fleeting before it settles back into the ordinary. It is a lavish restraint, indulging yet maintaining a sense of loss, a beauty that can hardly be felt. The utmost reverence is due to the toil of man and the struggles of the self, and in such toil is the beauty of life captured. A force of incredible consequence shadowed by loss.

It sits, reprehensible from the very essence of the world, attacking the former; it pretends to be remarkable yet is filled with banalities like the rest, captivated by the dullness of existence. The great flavor is merely a moment, fleeting before it settles back into the ordinary. It is a lavish restraint, indulging yet maintaining a sense of loss, a beauty that can hardly be felt. The utmost reverence is due to the toil of man and the struggles of the self, and in such toil is the beauty of life captured. A force of incredible consequence shadowed by loss.