Several States

You've made them, you own them: Static state. Oneness, if true for all.

You've made them, you no longer own them: Dynamic state. Revolution or divergence, depending on intentions.

You've made them, you never owned them: Mysterious state. How does one not begin with control over something they have made, initially? A rare gem, if accomplished.

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You did not make them, you own them: Dynamic state. The absorption/consumption of an other/another from one perspective. From another perspective, the utilization of skills and experiences remotely held.

You did not make them, you do not own them: The optimal position, where a true other can be found. 

You did not make them, they cross the threshold of ownership by you (in either direction): I am picturing this being done constantly, perpetually, rapidly, as a kind of superposition, to avoid it ever being thorough. In Love, this must be perfected, for it is endless, regardless.

Irreconcilable differences and unacceptable ends must be removed from the experienced path list within The Equation. This is as imperative to paradise's existence as breathing is to life.

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