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Shining Lily
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The nature of well... nature, is rhythmic. Not cyclical note, but rhythmic.
Like song, love, and the tides themselves they fluctuate, rising and falling in intensity, the same familiar refrain returning again and again to haunt and linger until... until eventually the system looses energy and with either a bang or a whimper, collapses.
Perhaps again there will be other songs, other loves, and other tides. But it is the nature of the mortal to begin, to flux, and in its own good time, to end.
But do not think that what we are the first nor the last to gather around dimly flickering lights to communally mold stories, fates, and destinies. Indeed if Man is in the image of the Divine, it is primarily in his capacity to design, to create, to interconnect, modify, and extrapolate.
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