Complexity of language

 What if you were able to understand diferent language dialects just a bit better? Based on a switch in you brain that different countries can controle? The action trigered by enterance, a crossing of boarders. As if speaking a language to be heard. The sensation in your wars. The perspetive of your eyes. Languages of other countries. History forever evolved in a difference of dialects.  Hyms, haws, physical expressions, a colection of jestures sean, felt, herd with all sences. Examen the moment of a word. 

What if your life was written by a different set of words that you just dont understand? Maybe youve met others. Maybe you subcantiously connect with some just a bit more dynamicly based on these unknown expressions.  That conection built on action and reaction, a push and pull of sorts to the cosmic order of life. The subcantious construction building inter nations, nations within a socioty of diolects and conversaciones. What if youve met the resemblance of a person more than once. Your perspective making conections without thought. Race, religion, language, subcontious gestures speaking volume, an understanding without perception at the moment of uterrance.

What is our reality? A brain that compiles the actions and surcomstances of a moment. The truth if there is one.  It starts with God and ends with evolution. God almight over the vast expance of it all. A truth unknown, unproven,unrealized reality. A faith more complex than written word. The vegness of perception,  explinations without answers. Actions revolving around feelings, emotions. The brains posibilities uncharted, unreached. Influenced by a history of physical actions. The dynamics of words unmeasured, unknown. This is our life, our unexplored world. What if dynamicly changing events outside our perspective reveal our actual position in life. The reality of surcomstance. The truth of it all. The answer to the question our pourpouse. 

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