Saturday, November 1, 2008

Was upon mount and pile did Enlil drive a path from desolation into action, determined. On slopes made up of felled unworthy judged, he set about an effort upward climbing. Came upon crumpled and despaired Sariel, lain devestated in throes of venom, vivifying Dead with tears. To him did Enlil pronounce.

"What is gone is gone. What is raised is something new. The Thought must not be Same."

So declaring, even as the Thought escaped from him, it's source, to it's own path, now was it's own source.

(more to come, but now I cannot type clearly without a few minutes concentration per sentence)