I saw, I read, I believed, I left. That tiny brick of isolation had now nothing on me. Therefore my burning desire for the liberation of my being was indulged by the sacred feast. He came, he saw, he wrote, and he stayed. There was no way back. The writing in the stars captured his soul. By the time the feast was over, the lightning had already devoured it.
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