This is my first publication…

Knowledge is beautiful, and an objectively sad fact is, (subjectively brings and sustains that, the possibility of choice and quite a strange happiness) at some certain, or after (it), acquisition of the supposed knowledge, it enables the possibility of choice, to choose it more, or less, respectively to it’s acquisition, and the person for sure, as well as the way into which the guy got it, interacted with it, and had the first contact with “knowledge”, will tell it’s posterity products, relationship, and for sure if there will be one established…

I cannot, I insist, that I don’t must be right or correct (or need to be right), but know when I actually am, trying to say and mean, know from and through which the process of getting right…