Surface, thy holder of mind,
let the image be formed,
from the dots of the simplest truth,
yes or no,
be created upon the ocean of extended possibility.
To dream of a place where the world were one,
yet spread out across the vastness of time and surface,
we ask ourselves, just what may be such purpose of truth?
Apperances are not always waht they seem to be,
let us create a new universe of the symbol,
so that its space may be finite and particular,
so we shall bring forth its magnificence into the larger universe.
And as we forge onto the tapestry these finite things,
we bring forth the limited onto the unlimited,
and convince those of infinity what is easily misunderstood,
as God's word.
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