I have seen the crescent waves pulse beneath the dawn of a new day. I stood helpless before the face of an onyx god whose image has outlasted a thousand generations of man. I have risen wearily to the fog clearing below the ice covered towers of earth that we dare not challenge, and I have seen the hand of god in the machinery of the stars. None has prepared me for this moment.
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August 14th, 2006 — Journal



