the entry without paragraphs or casuality

I am possessed of certain proclivities; colourful mind-dews that condense like water on the cool of my spirit. To live a life of fullness, one must envision certain boundaries; certain invariables that mark that corners of your world. A common and useful metaphor that I use involves the imagery of a sea; a vista boundless and fathoms-deep, overstretching just so, from without my mind; the dichotomy of a bubbling stream of tap water - leaking from somewhere within my soul into a sidewalk puddle. Utter freedom is a formless thing: quietly insidious in guise and raiment, paying due to an entropy of will and perspective that bleeds like a setting sun. An absolute dissolution of Choice: for in ultimate freedom, we are enslaved and assailed by all that could be, has been and had came before.  To divide infinity, one returns to the equation with more degrees of eternity. And so, I relinquish myself to limitations; to know the cup that holds the wine and feel its overarching embrace reach over and around of me, such that I might be given leave to overflow, with the ocean of my being.