Massive Integrations

Massive Integrations

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country.

I feel the presence of the Almighty:

  1. Impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams.
  2. A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul.
  3. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment.

I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment and yet.