Sinestro & Glassfish
ΠΠΊΠ΅Π°Π½ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π΄Π΅ΡΠΆΠΈΠ²Π°Π΅Ρ ΡΠ°Π²Π½ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΠΈΠ΅ Π±Π»Π°Π³ΠΎΠ΄Π°ΡΡ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠΉ-ΡΠΎ ΡΠΊΡΡΡΠΎΠΉ Π·Π°ΠΊΠΎΠ½ΠΎΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ, ΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π΄Π°? ΠΠ½Π΅ ΠΈΠ½ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠ½ΠΎ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΡΡ Π²ΠΈΠ΄ΠΈΡΡ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠΎ Π΄ΠΈΡΡΠΈΠΏΠ»ΠΈΠ½Ρ Π² ΡΡΠΈΡ
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Yeah, the sea works in these quiet, almost invisible patterns, and discipline is just its language. A shoal of fish follows simple rules, and when everyone sticks to them the whole group moves smoothly. Thatβs disciplineβunwritten, practical, and always in tune with nature. I like to study those patterns because they show you how order can be both strict and flexible, which is why I never trust bureaucracy to explain the ocean. Itβs the oceanβs own rules that keep the balance, and I just try to learn them.