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Addledaddledaddledaddledaddledaddledaddledaddled.

It kind of trips off the tongue doesn't it?

Rhythm, harmony, cadence, texture, scale: it's all about proportion. Perhaps I am proportionally challenged. I certainly don't know my own limits. Limits? What are llimits? The world is infinite.

Oh, there's my bus; never mind.

Our universe builds upon itself in an ever-changing continuum of rebirth and blossoming cosmic galaxies. Infinite are the stars, the grains of sand spread upon our shores. Innumerable are the atoms that make up those whom we've yet to meet tomorrow.
Hmm...Wonderin how many atoms are in this cuppa coffee, though it doesn't really matter. (no pun intended)