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Every-thing is relative to everything else


Reading to understand the meaning behind any word that ever been written, requires a big deal of concentration, and literally some mind flexibility to get into the author's state of mind at the time and place of his/her thinking process.

Ever wonder; for a moment; how every word is inter connected with the next or the previous one. 
Making sense out of the whole, requires connecting every word to the meaning of the rest.

every-thing is relative to everything else,  meaning, 
everything, without exception.  

Thinking in terms of time; only one thing comes to mind, that time is just an illusion.

The measure of understanding required for achieving the goal is almost the same as reaching it; without being aware of the time needed to accomplish it (the goal)

Keeping this idea in mind, one can imagine a variety of scenarios where the relativity factor always plays the main character in the scheme of things.

The beauty of this kind of expressions; that it is possible,  by getting into the same mindset as the author's and that by familiarize oneself with their habits.

Furthermore, the idea of “everything is related to everything else” can seem a bit confusing for the untrained eyes, because of the its novelty, but with switching between focus and unfocused states, it will begin to reveal its powerful significance.

There is no limit of one’s understanding, because the idea itself is limitless.

Simply said, that what you see it’s not what it is, it is just an illusion of the imagination witch is a fabrication of the subconscious.

That doesn't mean that process of understanding is an exact science, but it's kind of art by itself, you understand it the way you read it.

All that apart, from everything  relate to everything else, the understanding  of it is all rooted in one’s perception of the outer self. 

There is always, and will be, a minute spark of doubt illuminating the way to reason for self-reasoning.

There’s no magic about it, just self realization from inner point of view.

One can only be responsible for own saying, not how it may be understood.

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