| Deep in the memory wells of the desert land...before the ascension et al...withered leaves and autumn wind...still stands the ancient knowledge base and a few scholars capable of reading the signs...surrounded by the sea of confusion and misplaced value...the scorpion sting of wanting to have all share a belief that is seen to be the only one...arises an almost natural state of conflict...the inevitable change and often loss that will proceed... | |
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