In the mist of war and diplomatic confusion. Where more than the other parties are explained and no one knows the answer except those who watch all the time. All it takes is an idiot to ruin a party; all it takes is the fortune and luck of an idiot to move and shake things beyond time and space. To make a reality that harms all and loves the emptiness of creating. O, what control of likelihoods that can be made where all know that all it takes is an idiot to ruin a plan. All it takes is a thing of both sides, of all sides in creation to say why do I really need to exist? All it takes is an idiot to ruin everyone's well made plans. Yet, O, what God creates as to what an idiot can do.
And of what is to those who wish control in anyway to maintain a status quo is in a flaw of the change that happens to every derivative; yet, all it takes is an idiot. What random event and creation bestow by the way of any-other idea to save the young and growing, so it takes an idiot to save them. The children be there all the way to the end of there to create anew as they are as always the new idiots. Soon, we shall see, in our minds and in kind, an army of idiots that we the nature of God itself be to conquer the ideas of space and time. In contrast of light and dark the guard is always the idiots.
As always, it takes an idiot (or more.)
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