𝔅𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔶 ℌ𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱. 𝔚𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔬𝔩 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱. 𝔄𝔤𝔥𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔲𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔫𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔩-𝔱𝔬𝔬𝔱𝔥 𝔫𝔢𝔤𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱. 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭 𝔪𝔶 𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢-𝔨𝔢𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔢𝔣, 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔦𝔯. ℑ 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔤𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡. 𝔄𝔤𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔡, 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔤𝔲𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱, 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔩𝔢𝔤 𝔲𝔭 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔏𝔦𝔰𝔷𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔅𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔭𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔰, 𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔶 𝔣𝔦𝔷𝔷𝔩𝔢𝔡, 𝔱𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔯 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔢. ℑ 𝔡𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔱𝔬 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 𝔞 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔴 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔟𝔦𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔤𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔫.
- Subject Matter: Intuitive
- Created: c. April 30, 2021