It has begun.
Ascent toward the imponderable and once unattainable plane of the glorious supernal has been granted Everyman. The child of the mind is awarded freedom from confining, earth-binding care as well as censure from those who know better but really nothing at all. If ever there were shackles upon all elements of mind, soul and corporeal essence, they surely have fallen to his feet, now shod as those of Hermes.
The face of Cosmos is inscrutable, in fact nonexistent, to one never fated to become a holy initiate. He hides His face and all beauteous mysteries from those dull of heart and rancorous of spirit. This unworthy swaggers high and wide the breadth of life's highways, yet he sees and hears nothing. Enamored of self and resolutely confident of some perceived immortality, Obtus deigns to accept the infinite sway of Nemesis.
His time shall come.
That of Hero is now ....
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