The defects of Reality and The Worlds never come close to "perfect" while everything is overflowing with almost unmentionable garbage and the only apparent cure is undeniably a subservient existence where admiration for the filth keeps the displays of powerlessness and desperation alive with its posing embarrassments from immature jaws.

Seeing your insides from my judging gaze: Seeing your old self-evident intentions fall flat, seeing the displeasure you see in your reflection every day. "To see and participate in the present is to see all time. The present is what counts." Of course it is so. Unfortunately, you don't know what's happening before your eyes. Good night.