It takes miles and miles for the discovery and for an invention.It happens once and it makes history.We live on edge and we resist to our intentions .Why it becomes difficult to go with it .Why we care for a result always , when we are not in the sense of our present.
It always sounds like an anarchy to a fact , though its not there.We never recognize an existence because we avert to admit and to say.
Each word from a divined soul has an energy within and its more good on the part when we release it for us.
We can live a moment or may be a minute and that can be turmoil.
It happens when we release the fact of a hope and it never matters , whether or not it gives an intentional focus .
It may give a different sound and one more hope.
We may admit afterwards that it was enough for me.
