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THE ENGLISH OF SAVITRI BY SHRADDHAVAN BOOK 2 CANTO 8 S 6 LINES 382-460 2020-02-13 PAGES 230-232
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍, 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝟏𝟑-𝟎𝟐-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 ==================================== 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 𝟑𝟖𝟐-𝟒𝟔𝟎 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝟐𝟑𝟎-𝟐𝟑𝟐 =================================== 𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍❜𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏, 𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕❜𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉. 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆, 𝑰𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓❜𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒂𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒂 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝑯𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅, 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒈𝒖𝒍𝒇𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆; 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘. 𝑰𝒏 𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒄 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑵𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝑯𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑶𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝑶𝒓, 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕❜𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒌, 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑶𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒆, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕❜𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒄 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆❜𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆. 𝑨 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑾𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑻𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒄𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒎❜𝒔 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒊𝒏 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍❜𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒚 𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒍, 𝑲𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝑰𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏❜𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝑲𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒄𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏❜𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏❜𝒔 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕❜𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈-𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑻𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒐𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑰𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒇 𝒎𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍❜𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕, 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒏𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑷𝒆𝒏𝒎𝒂𝒏❜𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒚; 𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉❜𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒂𝒍, 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅❜𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕; 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑨𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒕, 𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑨 𝒑𝒂𝒆𝒂𝒏-𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝑩𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆; 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑮𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒄̧𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝑨𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒍𝒇 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈❜𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒑 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑰𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑮𝒐𝒅, 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑫𝒂𝒘𝒏; 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆❜𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆❜𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕: 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒚, 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕
via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIssQb0Bues
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍, 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝟏𝟑-𝟎𝟐-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 ==================================== 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 𝟑𝟖𝟐-𝟒𝟔𝟎 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝟐𝟑𝟎-𝟐𝟑𝟐 =================================== 𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍❜𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏, 𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕❜𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉. 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆, 𝑰𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓❜𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒂𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒂 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝑯𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅, 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒈𝒖𝒍𝒇𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆; 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘. 𝑰𝒏 𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒄 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑵𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝑯𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑶𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝑶𝒓, 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕❜𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒌, 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑶𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒆, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕❜𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒄 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆❜𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆. 𝑨 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑾𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑻𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒄𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒎❜𝒔 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒊𝒏 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍❜𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒚 𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒍, 𝑲𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝑰𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏❜𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝑲𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒄𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏❜𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏❜𝒔 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕❜𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈-𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑻𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒐𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑰𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒇 𝒎𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍❜𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕, 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒏𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑷𝒆𝒏𝒎𝒂𝒏❜𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒚; 𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉❜𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒂𝒍, 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅❜𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕; 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑨𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒕, 𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑨 𝒑𝒂𝒆𝒂𝒏-𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝑩𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒆; 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑮𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒄̧𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝑨𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒍𝒇 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈❜𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒑 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑰𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑮𝒐𝒅, 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑫𝒂𝒘𝒏; 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆❜𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆❜𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕: 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒚, 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑬𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕
via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIssQb0Bues
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