I have seen the dunes of time, rolling with the shifting sands of the endless desert between the dream of life and the wake world of the House Absolute.
Who can cross this unforgiven vastness?
Who survives the ancient whirlwind that tears apart gods and worlds?
Who stands whole before the terrible stentor of The Heart Of The Sky, whose voice creates and destroys the infinite abode?
Who will cross this desert, whose ever shifting dunes are formed out of the cold breath of the eternal void upon the sand of time where every grain is the unique divine point of view of every traveller, of every dreamer of the House Absolute who ever entered this desert void?
And why is it, beloved of my soul, that I would lay that very soul to be torn apart, to add one insignificant grain to the infinite sand? It is so that you too may come to find your completion, your satiety in the constant embrace of the beloved, and that you may also know the glory in plenitude as I have.
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Thank you for these ancient whisperings.
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Thank you for listening!