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Secrets seems to bundle up and huddle into a corner somewhere lost in our mind. Over time they seem to burst out, at the seams, but we tend to keep them under tight lock and key.
Principals of life always seem to cling things together, sting us along, and tell us what to do, and when to do it. A figure in which we are to listen, this is the force that drives us. Driven like the forces of science, physics, and the principals of complete existence.