A being can have many faces, many screens of presented image facing outward for others to see and suppose upon. A presiding idea is that one's faces must all match to create a proof for integrity, yet a higher vision sees patterns of agreement when smaller fields of view see discordant rhyme.
Integrity is detectable in the founding waveforms, rather than the images created upon their weave.
The same is so for the ignoble spirit, speaking enlightened peace whilst flinging shards of bitter thought.
That the Jester can still play courtly games with illusion-gilded hands, silken words, and the distraction of high toned bells jingling on bright costumes is testament to the strength of mind-equations employed.
I write in more than one place, by agreement with the other parts of me peering through strange window panes into a jumbled place of broken characters.
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