I cannot fathom it.
All description falls before that catalyst of all the gods.
That which opposes it, strengthens it.
That which denies it, affirms it.
That which enacts it, knows it not in the least
and is blessed by it.
It is the flash of a weightless passerby on the folds of your jacket.
It is the ruin of empires and the dismay of a closed mind.
It is necessary beyond all utility.
It is the vital beyond all virtue.
It is the beginning of all opportunity.
It is the reward of all search.
It is the end of all complaint.
It is the reconciliation of every betrayal.
It cannot be fathomed.
It can only be embraced.
from the waters 