Post by Makes-No-Sense on Jul 7, 2010 0:21:34 GMT -8
We are brought back to the arguement of laws as always. An intersection has occured however to which the angle is unclear. I know the draconian geometry of basic abudance between baffled bastions.
The change of momentum of a body is proportional to the impulse impressed on the body, and happens along the straight line on which that impulse is impressed.
We again arrive at this determination that through us there is anything but fate and we are masters of decided deterants damned deluge derived duely divided dueling during debate. The first law has commanded a path to which Sirius cannot shine a line across the current or the horizon.
I do not fumble this follow, nor do I folly this fool. There is a derivative impressed upon me to make a decision, one which I cannot avoid. It is a law. Understated amid anxious poltergeist.
The path I am set upon crosses borders; they are no longer boundaries. Awaiting is a collision courted in conscience. Timing is everything, timid though eventual.
We have bargained with ourselves now why I am absent from abudant decisions to which my expertise in the relevant religious rules radicially rally rural rampant rantings regarding ruthless repentance. I have yet to determine if these rules apply to me anymore, or if faith in them has failed.
I will grant this audition an answer as I owe the ante amid amorous audiences. The intersection ahead is disputed. The second law now takes the crown from the first, as we are in her domain. Always she admonishes the soloist in favor of her image, diversifying our loyalties.
The derivatives of the velocity bearing down upon our course is obliviously obvious. Despite all dictation directing my movement I reminisce. Force begets force and paths are created to which time serves cocktails.
Governed these cordinates may be, but not me. The laws illuminate the gantry, but their obscurity is benign. Shadowed choices lend leeway along the wake. With the direction of the blow the bearing changes.
Given the option I refuse the manipulation of precedent.
This law is stated again.
The change of momentum of a body is proportional to the impulse impressed on the body, and happens along the straight line on which that impulse is impressed.
I refuse the current, but abide the law. To be satisfied the force must be transferred and energy expended. The scales hold no prices to their tipped tidings on either side. I estimate as any buyer must.
Occam guides the vessel into the impulse. We turn to face the choice. I admit alone, I am now the impressed.
