As the jewels light up the night sky the story is in its infancy just like the spawn of the entity of existence. New laws and constants of mother nature are in cribs of toddlers stage of growth, in the blink of the eye compared with an eternity of seasons and threshold of quantity and value. The stars will expire the planets decay the energy be transformed to other landscapes of dreams till the wake-up call trumpet is sounded and the story book is reopened to be read aloud and with conviction. New chapters will be negotiated with a careful hand and entities will be raised on a plateau of thanks giving and cherished like the angels of eternal spirit and life. The story in the book will be no ordinary quest with a start and a finish, it will be a story of eternity and one not to be put down for anyone or any distraction whatsoever. Forms will rise forms will fall but the soup of life will be forever at peace and forever stable without the entropy of old. New freshness of spirit will be breathed into the pages and the land of satisfaction will be realised.

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