"Dedication over you and yours. That they might be ruptured, reared, raised, released, and set roaming freely away from all confining mass. Forged upon the heavy anvil, the esoteric doused in the babbling brook which is semantics. Rites are passed over by hands, ritualistic signs endow the waters with a blessed holiness. They are humble fools when possession of their ignorance is held close by perception. Them in their nothingness beam forth rays, piercing voids and casting a light as others do bones onto unacquainted pathways which before had always been mute darkness. Overcome with bliss, consecrations come and are laid before as they shall hope to liquefy and permeate downward. To leachate and collect in pools. For even in the smallest trickle a seed buried can sprout. The nectar seeping through shell, leaks upon the thirsty heart which beats outward from under eternal slumber stilled once again. Halting dry spells cast with sudden downpour. Where moments before for millennia, the dust of their ancestors whirled about on hot winds over worlds deserted of life in it's spiritual drought. Ubiquitous, desperation always hears the crackling of shriveled souls right  before it's own combustion of a spontaneous nature then sparked and shattering to every which way. Countless in all forms and places it shall spread across as ether over the voids as it has done before and thus again will rest where it once had been again for the very first time."

 -Sumguay S. Nodirl