An aura of amazement when gathering senses about living in perfection, mortals get to peek into the future. Any moment we'll drop on one knee to divine for distilling hypotheticals like life everlasting. The essence was honeysuckle, the sunbeams were trimmed by the patio cover edge and the nectar was Australian. We spoke of P.I.L.T. as the indicator of direct course and bandied about hints of Hathaway/Gyllenhaal mimicking before ever witnessing what we're expecting. It's all a matter of practice, like Jennifer Nettles sideways glances, only better and more stimulating. Anti-acrimony is a residual rather than an edict but the resulting exaltation is the same. Hear me now, nothing is left to chance or right to placate, let me stay here awhile.