Already inside the saloon so nevermind that bandwagon. Trying to tell someone, who is part of the furniture to a watering hole, is trying to convert the preacher.
It's like trying to talk to the monkey. Although to appear dressed for the occasion, they won't commence until to hear the organ grinder.
Just keep those plates spinning on those sticks. Right now it's all to give with that distant horizon to see beyond.
There never was a limit, as it never destined to run dry. The point of enough is knowing when those cockles are warmed.
A ruler that is seen as that higher above. When really, are merely a messenger for that true ruling planet that reigns upon all. It's what makes sense, where others head for greater heights, are aiming for that much higher than thou.
In the forest; it all begins from the crown that soon becomes the centre piece of a fairground. Like a carousel to ride upon that goes round and round. Soon goes deeper to be a spiralling cesspit that is stirred. All this is created from the continuous developments that build around this centre piece. Buildings so neatly placed with paths so clean and shiny. Floral decor to give colour and scent upon the air. Everywhere is cleverly created that not a thing is out of place.
1 Timothy Ch.2:V.12 " - But I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence."