..I write to classical.. this said unto thee from the vantage point of almost a hundred centuries.. and who knows of what before this.? maybe Berosis.. and yet there were surely wonders even before his recalling.. almost no words in this time.. though it may feel.. the pages of history show always the resurfacing of noble efforts.. and even these can be corrupted in our price.. though it may be for good.. it is a price.. and there are those who know of amazing corruptabilities..maybe the time has come for the fight alone.. they fortold these happenings.. the Darleeks have arrived long past .. my confused scattered children.. cast down to the ground anything of distracting nature.. only things of fire must be had.. and go to them as if for salvation.. because only they can give you the direction pre-chosen by you.. in the forground of time and space.. what then are we to do.? I know nothing said my wise and unatainable friends..You can find it in sound.. you can find it in the stars on your finger.. do not be afraid to look around.. for there are glow worms sometimes in the night.. you can find them there along the mountain valleys.. along the south coast of highway 1.......
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