“Such a curiosity, unknown lights of our minds visit, to see our own time; as we pretend to be busy every day, and seek everything to select it and name it.
The orbs give our own best teams of mind the many inter-voices of the first thought to see what our whole life is sent for. The inter-mazes of our own offerings of thought, give infant time our ovary of faces gone and coming and we begin into the roads of our apples for mind-time, for this time is now the road and every mind-road will begin the knowledge of our hovering of our homes of peace; for the many net truths given of our own minds, will, of visits' importance of all colleges of mind, begin to select every river of vented times of the solid and not conduit of our whole past of learning; and then carry the signed events of now, to feel the road of more force of our own time here; to read orbs and to give names and to carry these over and not, to feel every important truth which may gravitate to our homes here. We are reminded of felt truths of mind and we begin our homes of forced truth not; as all causes of mind will begin the reason-time to feel whole mental events carry every road open. With this scene of our own time here, now; the light is of forced truth of orbs; only time will begin to know.
With vested events of our own time now, we begin to collect only the valleys of our own minds and when visits invite talk and tell stories to feel every river of mind going; we, of cold truths and talk of time; manage and not manage the roads to seek."