It feels like so easy to synthesize and analyze together with contrary analysis and synthesis, but difficult to understand and remember

 The symbols of the dead and the living in the Ungot, or in the false religious world, in which every human being rotates his senses closer to the real world, first analyze and then synthesize this world. The living resurrect, not in the body of a real living acquaintance or any other human being as we know it, but in the body of another living person who is the owner of a deceptive religious world, multiplying that body or creating a second one, controlling it differently from the original owner. They, the dead but immortal Turkists, take copies of other living beings and show them to their masters in the world or in the world, which is visible only to their owners. These, dead but immortal living beings, first analyze and perceive the deceptive environment, and then they have the task of studying the location, appearance and working order of everything, every element of the environment. As a result, with their inability to see life or their ignorance and stupidity, they constantly test our ability to immediately distinguish and synthesize the elements of our environment. Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like Al that sounds crap to me, Looks like Al that sounds crap to me, Looks like Al that sounds crap to me, Looks like Al that sounds crap to me, Looks like Al that sounds crap to me. For a while, they were knocked out, and I can say with confidence that my head is back to normal. What this means, I mean, they're scrutinizing my manuscripts, too. In the process, I know what or what letters and words I have set aside for my synthesis or memory, and they try to protect the expression and the gesture for themselves somewhere. When I eat, my manuscripts rework my chosen future path, my confidence, instead of eating it, believing it to be the inevitable or doomed “Being” of a certain period, a day, of my deceptive sensations driven by the energy coming out of my body. The path of my senses, or the expression of these writings, in all processes returns in its own direction, purely, explicitly, or indefinitely for the future, revolving back and forth in a circular motion, repeating its work. In particular, the continuity of the sensations or manuscripts that create the environment around my body must be unique and appropriate, in combination with the previous false order of the period, giving a trace or signal light to my mind, without allowing the expected future to change. The dead, however, copy the other living beings, and the immortal ones intervene in my work or manuscripts to feed on synthesis. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the more the "immortals" were well-nourished, the more my syntheses, or my ability to comprehend the being around, led me to believe that the Goths were already Goths for the future and the deceptive period of the past. I, too, will be able to improve the quality of my food at all times if I follow the manuscripts worthy of this remarkable designation in the careless life processes. When I eat, I test the analysis of the immortals by the taste of the food in my mouth. No matter what anyone says, when I'm eating, they're looking for work for me. When I eat, I rotate the "Goth" period, which is a one-day pre-existing period, which is falsely formed, by rotating it back and forth with the help of a slice. My goal is not to mix and match the trends of the past or the past in the past, but whatever I do, the language works. So we are slowly educating each other. Simply put, after so simplely recognizing the things around them, the transition to the perception of this general picture, on the contrary, the owners of the opposite life are very alienated and rubbed with familiarity. There is no difficulty in taking one side. It is easy to look at the general approach to what you see, hold, or feel. On the contrary, from the general approach, and from the incarnation of the same point of view, we can relate to seeing, holding or feeling.