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THE ENGLISH OF SAVITRI BY SHRADDHAVAN BOOK 2 CANTO 8 S 1 LINES 1-78 2019-11-07 PAGES 220-222
𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍, 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟕-𝟏𝟏-𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗 ==================================== 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 —𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟏-𝟕𝟗 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝟐𝟐𝟎-𝟐𝟐𝟐 =================================== 𝘾𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙀𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙚𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙀𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒆. 𝑨 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆; 𝑨 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝑮𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒏𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕; 𝑼𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅. 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔, 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒇 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆; 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒔, 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒔; 𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝑬𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝑻𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒂𝒄 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅-𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝑽𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏: 𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓❜𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆, 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒄 𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑬𝒎𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑰𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔. 𝑨 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝑫𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑰𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆-𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝑰𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆: 𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝑼𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑨 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝑨𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒃 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔, 𝑪𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒂 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓-𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏❜𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆, 𝑨𝒏 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔, 𝑨𝒏 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕❜𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑻𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔: 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒛𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔; 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒄 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑; 𝑩𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏, 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝑪𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒅❜𝒔 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝑭𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒊𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒚, 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒕, 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝑶𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝑺𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒚 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕, 𝑨 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆❜𝒔 𝑮𝒐𝒅-𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆. 𝑰𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒆, 𝑰𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒔 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆❜𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒉, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒄𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑮𝒐𝒅, 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅❜𝒔 𝒖𝒑𝒂𝒔-𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅, 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒄𝒕, 𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒚𝒑𝒐𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒍𝒍. 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒕; 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏❜𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒏, 𝑰𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏❜𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝑺𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏. 𝑨 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑶𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆.
via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_jwJTgmbKo
𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍, 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟕-𝟏𝟏-𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗 ==================================== 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 —𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟏-𝟕𝟗 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝟐𝟐𝟎-𝟐𝟐𝟐 =================================== 𝘾𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙀𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙚𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙀𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒆. 𝑨 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆; 𝑨 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝑮𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒏𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕; 𝑼𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅. 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔, 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒇 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆; 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒔, 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒔; 𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝑬𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝑻𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒂𝒄 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅-𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝑽𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏: 𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓❜𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆, 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒄 𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑬𝒎𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑰𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔. 𝑨 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝑫𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑰𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆-𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝑰𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆: 𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝑼𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑨 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝑨𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒃 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔, 𝑪𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒂 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓-𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏❜𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔. 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆, 𝑨𝒏 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔, 𝑨𝒏 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕❜𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑻𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔: 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒛𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔; 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒄 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑; 𝑩𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏, 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝑪𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒅❜𝒔 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝑭𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒊𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒚, 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒕, 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝑶𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝑺𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒚 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕, 𝑨 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆❜𝒔 𝑮𝒐𝒅-𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆. 𝑰𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒆, 𝑰𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒔 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆❜𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒉, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒄𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑮𝒐𝒅, 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅❜𝒔 𝒖𝒑𝒂𝒔-𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅, 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒄𝒕, 𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒚𝒑𝒐𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒍𝒍. 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒕; 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏❜𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒏, 𝑰𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏❜𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝑺𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏. 𝑨 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑶𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆.
via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_jwJTgmbKo
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