looks around and flies away,
so is the way enlightenment.
Fleeting and carelessly seeming,
all the existence of nature bows before the idleness of faith.
A faith, a science so active it vibrates unseen to the gross
the shadow that is sight ignores that which it doesn't comprehend.
In the useless yaw that proclaims itself Reason...
soon enough He shall devour himself as Light reflects his own image unto him, and he "comprehends".
Thus the bird will fly away from the earth,
careless, as if nothing had ever happened.
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