Hung in the Precambrian basement of our paleomagnetic crater…
Other than standing great, an iron stiff skeleton sinewed upon the height of virtue; other than casting memory, back and beyond the first and only moment; other than penetrating boundary, free envisioning robed in the seduction of better; other than bending blood, our tasks of will encrusting good, then there is only beauty and beauty and only beauty, a melody exposed to the exquisite, well beyond the dilemma of our hopefulness.
Impressive ecstasy. The noble of our mind.