precision
all that is ... is accurate.
most of the time the exact itself is invisible.
the truth is clear in itself, but technically invisible.
we have a secret feeling of things.
and confused we imagine perfection.

true happiness has no possible explanation.
what you gonna do when your dreams collide with you?
i stick to the infinite.
precisely.

"we've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen."

lady chaterley's lover
D.H.Lawrence