𝑊𝑒’𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑑𝑜𝑚—ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑏 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑.

𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑏 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦. 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑆́𝑎𝑘𝑡𝑖 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑒.

𝑇𝑜 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒.

𝑇𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛.

𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑎ℎ𝑎 𝐾𝑎̄𝑙𝑖, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 — 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑑.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒.
𝐴𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛.
𝐸𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡, 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛, e𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.