with a focus on details of metaphysical nature:
Everybody is an expert when it comes to politics, religion or the movies. Not Karl Kaufmann. He is off on a tangent.
His name was once Sirion. He was a warrior on Andromeda. It was before his cycle of incarnations on the blue planet began.
Scratching your head? So he would have. But not when the details came from his dear Italian friend Annamaria, a woman of rare inner and outer beauty. That is, to be precise, she got this message from Argena.
Flash forward to the present. There is nothing intriguing in the common sense. This author has no reputation to defend. Such as which top college he attended. Or that he has a mansion for his family. None of the two he has. Not even a puppy or a cat or a canary. He did not excel in anything the world cares about. He did not build schools in rural Africa. Or made a better planet.
One million tons of cane sugar was his sweetest deal as a businessman. It never came to fruition, though. Can you imagine how many million teeth are grateful for their longevity? Oh, they got the sugar anyway, huh? But not burdening his karma.