In its radical transcendence of all finite states the subject enters into the space of a nunc stans, in the face of which all temporality becomes an unreal appearance.

The Star Wars prequels were great, don't @ me.

It appears to claim a very close relationship to the preceding species, differing chiefly in the tiny leaves being rather more rosulate than caudiculate, and in not being adpressed, but rather the reverse; its petals, also, are narrower.

The world is full of woodmen who expel Love’s gentle dryads from the haunts of life, And vex the nightingales in every dell.