looking back my growing up required beliefs adopted well-stamped by motley peers whose bigotries installed behind barbed wire in the nick by smooth design seduced my ears
self-deception was vigilantly purged those baser measures from reactive ancient lore which even now appear though I reject their baser urge embedded a self-salvaged sentient core
so be it! yet I offer to the world no bell that academia in its structure rings but more a chance with humans to unfurl new thrust to truth that intercourse may bring
listening was a boon whose progeny occurred to elucidate a viewpoint from a guest challenged! to reappraise the foundation of their words many fancy brands of motle are subjected to the test *