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𝖠𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌..𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗋, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖠𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌..𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍..𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍..𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽. 𝖠𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽..𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾..𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅, 𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾..𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾.. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾..𝖨𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌, 𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗌..𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗌 "𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽"..𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅..𝖠𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾; 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾..𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌..𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇. 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌, 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋..𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗌
𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀
𝖬𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾 ִ ℘ `𝖭𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌. 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀— 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒, 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍. 𝖨’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖫𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗎𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾— 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋, 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 ˖ ◞
