The power that makes a seed grow; via plants or children or giant trees; we are to express and desire each other "moderately"...?
Impossibilities lie within such a request as is morrow for not; or the lights that rule our world would cease.
Risks acquire within intensities as do possibilities.
Flip a coin; does gravity, the power that makes it all real control it? If so it's hopeless to lessen.
Perhaps in there lies an irony that could change it all.
