The essence of awareness, born true to the purest most inner soul of life, is the realization of self as a focal point of the sensations of certainty, and the momentum of evolution lies in the offspring of thought, foreshadowed in a fair-seeming temptation of gain wandering in shadows waiting. For there, in the enchantment of flowering thought, lingering in brooding reflection is certainty pondered, and left unquenched, stayed in reach of want, then kindled by the fires in a flame of importance, swayed in purpose to focus on the measurement of its illusion.