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And then it struck, like an infinitely-black bolt of laughter, rousing my infantile soul from a florescent field of lily-pads; Shiva balanced me with all 8 arms, and said “ahh, but now, my son, you’ll see.” . . . . . . . . — A life of beatific vision. — . . . .… Read more
As the Candle Slowly Recedes and Twilight has Long Gone the Hero is sent upon a Quest through the long Moonless Night.
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