Sometimes I speak in terms of parallax. Words and keys that unleash hyboric attacks... Rhymes and lines meant to crush weak backs... Poetry to maze the mind and question the facts... ||||| 12 to 40; line-2-line
She looked at me... Then she looked away! Her eyes drawn to tangled lurks, her fancy captured by lowland murks...She looked at me... So I looked away! My eyes drawn to the vampiric props, my fancy captured by six-stringed chops...And when we met again it was atop the savannah glass. She glided to me, wakeless, and held up her stringer of bass...
given any line l, and point P not on l, there are exactly two lines through P which are hyperparallel to l, and infinitely many lines through P ultraparallel to l
The bubble will eventually collapse to a minute fraction of its original size, at which point the gas within dissipates into the surrounding liquid via a rather violent mechanism, which releases a significant amount of energy in the form of an acoustic shock-wave and as visible light. At the point of total collapse, the temperature of the vapour within the bubble may be several thousand Kelvin, and the pressure several hundred atmospheres.
The entropy of an isolated system not at equilibrium will tend to increase over time, approaching a maximum value.
These things cannot be clearly explained in words. You must research what is written here. In these three ways of forestalling, you must judge the situation. This does not mean that you always attack first; but if the enemy attacks first you can lead him around. In strategy, you have effectively won when you forestall the enemy, so you must train well to attain this.
They live fast...I watch them die slow. My ghetto heroes...