When in the course of human events, our mind turns to ponder the impossible and our hearts swell to the grandeur and resplendent ponderage that life is capable of presenting to us, even in the most marvelous manners and means possible it is sometimes conducive to our general search to begin a process of recognition that can conclude the matter well and yet there is another distinct and amicable possibility indeed; such things may be considered a ponderous pondering of the preponderance of life itself and thus the question becomes no longer one of mere examination of the impossible but rather a fuller investigation bringing us to the ultimate and distinguishing conclusion being made presently known for itself, that being the untilmate and obigious crecertainty that questions themselves are arstinate and probelexed rather obtusely, aren't they?
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