,Ness-a story of active-terms...
Find this a new take on all activity. That the story behind being and doing can show context, perplexity, hope, honesty and devotion under many circumstance. Read along as people in walks of life, carrying forward situaitions intents, ideas, compelled designed and innate motivation as the captivating sense and resolve. That everyone can actually, relate but also identify and understand precepts, prospects, provision and division making life whole, essential instant and esoteric. Come read about the scripts of life and the underscore of self-ascribing. Great reading for its depth and deepest goal and granting.
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.Ness.
A book on incremental-times.
By
D.E.Allen
@2026 D.E.Allen
Foreword:
The seconds, minutes, hours and days-come which spread-into months and years. Life goes-on. But what is life, if not carried on? That life and lessons-culminated, designed and are advanced. That we live-in execution, command, controlled and connected-to all else. From morning-rise to nightfall, we are ever-conceiving, contemplating and concluding in our effort, effective and commonstance. We afford, un-fold and re-compose of in as an intent, instance and incentive; befit, beset, ideologize and institute-by utter-instilling... …Prospects, perspectives and provisions that-are ever a surrounding, sanctioning as a sefly and surmounted; by as "ideas", implications and impartings; in as a vehemence, pretense and project-from a-demand, drive, determination and as a derivative-in al its quarters…
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They were all-friends... And they-lived-the life. They-wished, they-always had. But each-was an "individuals". They came-together, as "one". …Each knew their-wives, separately... It took a long-time, to get-there. Each day they-worked and strived-to "tie" and be committed-to as an achieving. And all-people are always different, and as being well-"pleased"-in as an interaction. Baring-upon them-in as-scale, scope, scheme-to everything everyone-does. And they-loved as well as in everybody's sadness, happiness, and there-as well were-"doubts". It-all seemed to be coming-along as far as everything in-life... Each one-knew that the others will-never be the same as they were "eventually", as onward. …It was there as an insight-into life, that would-always connected to one another as a better-instance, and intention; or being-one of the team-of their-own…
-Mary L. Sanders, was a very-nice middle-school teacher. She taught each of them, how to be in-control and how-to attempt "life". But each one of them came to school everyday, just to get over the strangeness of being a child-"alone"... The road-ahead for each of them, was different; they-all separated and came-together at as a certain-circumstances. Theirs was like-"working", "school", friendships, partying or preparing-for the future. Each one-held of in-certain significances, and attempts-at everything. But it was-still suggested and were to do as an intention. That was "loneliness", as well as socializing-peers are really-strange "attempts"-at being smart and other-things like that was controlling, through the situation. And we're all creatures of which horrored and affront. We all suggest and divided by what we want to do to utilize... That was-life and it-was process of "living". That was everyone that was to follow their-own choices. In life now, that was Miranda H. Who was experienced in coffee-shop worker. She worked everyday the best she could, understanding this life was tough-all over. You can be within an almost, free-fall. That as president, already-decided and now everyone-was in a definite-progression.
It had all seemed like a-plan, some sort of strategy; but only the very-competent knew-it. It-was like going-in and-out of a storytale and some fictional-scene; really "real" in reality-only "certain"-people-knew. That life was so structured yet so hung-out, you had to finally-certainly, plan; or you could keep yourself going, perhaps in some other-way. And most people-know when you're being limited and when they're being accessed. If there was a division, advising and development-for which things are always; recorded, accounted and ensued. But it was a strange since always having to be "active". The friends were someone who knew what the process or progression and pursuit-was. And some words, some study, some understood and let-go. Having-that with fear, loss and fortune; and all-things as a temporary, template and temerity. And that was hopes and dreams, but only at arm-length then. Everyone-knew it was more be in as incite, just-be simple and substance.
Carlos Summers, was a good-friend to most of the people he associated-with. But he had a certain-idea, a certain-plan; one that would always-withstand as the threats of others… He went to work went to play, went to rest; and then went-to retire. Having what was that was an adjoining and as a venue-to all-things temporary, tempestuous and temptational. Everyone of a self-surviving and self-thriving were entitled-to self-justice-which were things were carrying-on around-him. But he did-even as the "only"-one, the only-thing was he was "inside"; he knew noone else who did what he-did. And he was as so, he went-to work, came home; as he was supposed to do. And the rest of the night, that were just-as the others. Which were-doing the same-thing but we're only-in a different-way. But he had to be carefully, coded-in and in as concise to carry-for it in any-type of "ambition" or control. He was lonely but loneliness that was always curtailed and contained. His-other six-friends, ones who always seemed to have a true and faithful-conjecture about things; as two-of-them were already had the "game", with free-job experience and a "great-hope" who were identifying, impacting, and future as far as employment.
In one's employment, was something that everyone looked-after and wanted-to look-into for you. Because he was feverish, so overdone and uncanny; but only in a liberal and likening-sense. That's almost anything which he does for himself, but each-one has certain-acting and affiliation with-core beliefs; about others we could not always understand. You never told his friends but you didn't tell their best-girl, three-of-them. That each-day they would go before breakfast and they all three-mile job around the local-park. He grew-up going to that Park him and his buddy-Bill, and they both got-along very-well and others came along actually, at the park-also. On the local baseball-team and playing interim as catcher, pitcher and outfielder. But he always wanted to be a first-baseman, he analyzed many famous sports athletes who were famous First basemen. They were always ideal-in their uniform when he was always one knowing what to do and when to do it but never taking claim on Saturday's experience and ability.
And then there was Saul, the oldest-one. He's the brother of Timothy Williams, he-was his little-brother and he-lived with him for a time, because every year there was stress-between them... But Tim always looked-upto his brother but only after he decided what he wanted to do by himself alone. He making-up his own-mind. But he himself identified with to his-father and mother, and now they were less-in the picture as they grew older. What so did Carlos knew and they, too would have to be separated at one point; so he took-up his own-"independence", reference and carried-on. He wanted his brother to be proud of him but he never knew just how much it would mean to either of them. So they all did what they had to do in life and moved-up in the world. But the brothers always got along and the friends always felt some sort of commitment-to it... They're all his-friends which became one-group oul go to dinner, how they drank and rode around town; and learn-all the things that one learn, as a young people growing up and just going out to have "fun".
So it was a to-do about things, about school than work. About family as about interactions, about goals; they were all-set and surmised about his friendship-group. But it-was this friendship itself which has the deepest bond. He was a cordon-off of of duty devotion and driving... There was time and place, the thing which you but only in the last resort. And that time soon came with others that would separate them and lead them into their own lives, with their-own satisfactions. A friend was something special, but always had a certain sense of what needs to be done and had to be dealt-with. So as each one went-out into the world their friendship either grew or grew less controlled then came to duty, purpose, collusion had directly made the group-less of what it could be. As it-was seen constructed for which each-one contributed and made the whole-stronger. And we are all-wiser when we take into account others perspective, and also their great-ways of the in-roads, developments and hopes....
And then it was an interaction of life and most people go through everyday, the strong leave and come; some stay and others one's lessons of the attended-to. From work to do them all through life, we all come against a companion of questions, curtailments and conclusions. Everyone knows they have to work when they have to, and they know they have to get along-with others. -Susie B. with a natural-nurse. So you are around a serious-mother, a construction-worker on as a private-bother. She didn't understand why we were the important-thing, and being played with a gradient as one-thing. Because you know there was hope, irony, digest and working-hard. Where the old-friends from the side where understood, that that was stress and strain-in life; but not everyone-understood they had to accept it and move on. They worked hard and they didn't do anything else, that's all they could ask-for it. But she-understood that was just more-"true" than that... That people understood-on their own terms, that often hope we're actually just acceptance of duty and motivation. That was actually the really, giving-up on other-things. Which didn't matter. And she went to the hospital to work, that she was always on-top of her-game. The mainly-people loved her, very much; because she gave-more of a heart as anything-else…