When the spirit of Beauty passes, the physics of time
is altered in five seconds of magic. An ever-returning symphony plays, to an elusive summoners call.
In the presence of its glory men are forced to remember its sovereignty, in the purest form of question_ the instinctive fire of the crucible states it's case,
followed by an awe inspired affirmation_ the light in which we men must all agree and admire.
It is I believe, after a life of ponderance, a time within a realm. .
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