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THE ENGLISH OF SAVITRI BY SHRADDHAVAN BOOK 2 CANTO 10 S 08 LINES 501-573 2020-07-09 PAGES 252-254
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍, 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟗-𝟎𝟕-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 ==================================== 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐍 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟓𝟎𝟏-𝟓𝟕𝟑 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝟐𝟓𝟐-𝟐𝟓𝟒 ================================== 𝑨𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏❜𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒍. 𝑬𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒍; 𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒆. 𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝑨𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒄❜𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒖𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝑨 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉❜𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆-𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒏. 𝑨𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕❜𝒔 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝑩𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝑨𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒆. 𝑨𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆; 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒍. 𝑨𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘-𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏, 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏❜𝒔 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕; 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝑰𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝑻𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅❜𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑩𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒄❜𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑶𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒛𝒆. 𝑨 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒏, 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑶𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔. 𝑨 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕, 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆-𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓❜𝒔 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚❜𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒂𝒓. 𝑨𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆; 𝑨𝒏 𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈❜𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓❜𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑨𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒌𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒌𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆. 𝑨𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔❜ 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆, 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑨𝒏 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆: 𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒄 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆❜𝒔 𝒌𝒆𝒚𝒔. 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓❜𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒊𝒍, 𝑻𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑻𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆❜𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝑨𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝑶𝒇 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆: 𝑰𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆, 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝑼𝒏𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉, 𝒎𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅; 𝑰𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝑨 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅. 𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒐 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂: 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆; 𝑨 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒚 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏, 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉❜𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑵𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆. 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓❜𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒘, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄❜𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅; 𝑶𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒏𝒐 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅: 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒍𝒆, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍, 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒆. 𝑨 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒂 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝑯𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆; 𝑳𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆: 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒍, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒗𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆.
via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8sLDpez7g0
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍, 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟗-𝟎𝟕-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 ==================================== 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐍 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟓𝟎𝟏-𝟓𝟕𝟑 𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝟐𝟓𝟐-𝟐𝟓𝟒 ================================== 𝑨𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏❜𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒍. 𝑬𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒍; 𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒆. 𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝑨𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒄❜𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒖𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝑨 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉❜𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆-𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒏. 𝑨𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕❜𝒔 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝑩𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒊𝒓, 𝑨𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒆. 𝑨𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆; 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒍. 𝑨𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘-𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏, 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏❜𝒔 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕; 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝑰𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝑻𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅❜𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑩𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒄❜𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑶𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒛𝒆. 𝑨 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒏, 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑶𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔. 𝑨 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕, 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆-𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓❜𝒔 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚❜𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒂𝒓. 𝑨𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆; 𝑨𝒏 𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈❜𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓❜𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑨𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒌𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒌𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆. 𝑨𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔❜ 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆, 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑨𝒏 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆: 𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒄 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆❜𝒔 𝒌𝒆𝒚𝒔. 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓❜𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒊𝒍, 𝑻𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑻𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆❜𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝑨𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝑶𝒇 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆: 𝑰𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆, 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝑼𝒏𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉, 𝒎𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅; 𝑰𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝑨 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅. 𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒐 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂: 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆; 𝑨 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒚 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏, 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉❜𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑵𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆. 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓❜𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒘, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄❜𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅; 𝑶𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒏𝒐 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅: 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒍𝒆, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍, 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒆. 𝑨 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒂 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝑯𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆; 𝑳𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇-𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆: 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒍, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒗𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆.
via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8sLDpez7g0
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