he outwardly uses all his five senses.
he inwardly thinks and feels.
he uses his words in whom he delights and understand as would his children, for great causes.
what a contemplator is doing now?
he tussles with his thoughts.
he searches with his feelings.
he relates with his hands.
he safaris with his legs.
he stretches with his eyes.
he receives with his ears.
what a contemplator fails at?
he misses out the time to truely live for the moment.
he can't train his words up to wield greater power, though they're his best friends, like fathering a child but has to search for new ones to replace those that are less.
he couldn't socialize well.
what is the destiny of a contemplator?
he spends too much time alone polishing, though godlike in production but joy-killing every minute his contemplative personality reigns.
he is doomed to be lonely if he doesn't change.
who could be a contemplator?
one who would talk this much to bring you a point that is:
Me Newell Loo is a contemplator.
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