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April 26, 2012
It is the brightest place of dance, tottering laughingly on the cusp of decision. Anything's possible, the flow being where imagination thrives, and where imagination creates its own momentum, the gratuity by which one assumes the next grounding for a launch breeds a quiet roar within the matrix of mind. So comes the violence expected, as the calm splits for the decided revival meeting of souls, not the cacophony of hysteria, but the diving gravitas of light penetrating the core of fear, flaying its muscle as a chef, with delicious anticipation of the broiler, slices through a freshly butchered steer.