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He let his arms tip to the pull and suck from the downward wind and followed. At moments the clouds wound afore and around him like silver blue fleeces. The sounds came in lightly, hummed to the identity of a hymn during birth. He wound across the heavens, in a delicate downward ryhme on curve, and it was lasting to see sensations of temperance. After winding away with one sheer long song of sound, the sky again opened from this state of silver texture into the color creations our imag- inations depend on for life. A ribbon sured absolute to continuity had been broken. He had been vanished to the lisps of th- ought engaged to the infinate spectrum, But there now before him were seasons and change, demention and rule again; Contrasting colors and rain with- holding shadow. But outside of it, outside these hinges his mind saw as a man. Peering as bodies unto themselves. Not father or mother to light or dark; were the stars. The stars spoke without speaking, as the awed silent thunder of a huge rock through the air, coming to your death. Hell was an accident that animal life would not let be taken from them, and for these moments of anguish animals and,