thanks to the carpenters in particular, this is the lonely hour when love is supposed to be all there is and without someone to share the hour, love is still all there is there is just nobody near to share it so there is loneliness, which is love not shared, but still love, so for this time of the night the love flows out to the infinity beyond the universe (and the universe too cuz love has to travel through the universe to get to the infinity, of course) and so it goes... maybe... what?... secrets? . . . maybe?...
really, it's a beautiful life :)for no obviously apparent reason here are some entries randomly chosen to explain the process or something or other continuing as if it matters like secret secrets or whatever maybe on the mind...
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