It’s a luck that matters. Did you enjoy your walk through the moonlight? I cut out those letters, fastened them to the concrete oh so tight. “Where does money come from?” the conversations within are far more interesting than your petty agenda against sin. We lived in a privileged world; use it for something we believe in. I’d rather confess to the girls in the brother. And (we) walked along our usual path, focusing on something much less awful; like the relationship between things, it’s all a matter of change. The divine proportion, it’s the physical rhythm – much like a dance – memories accumulate, the recent ones float to the top and the others fade away. It’s a luck that matters. Seeing a face might bring them back, reality transcending imagery; the movement of a man in relation to his inner self; his absolute being. Playing his true self, like shaking an outstretched hand. It’s a luck that matters. Management control.