The world unfurls to the mind that unclenches. He made federation with the terrene, and so was multiplied by it; became proliferate, polypresent, and in quintessential composure clasped with a hundred fingers the esculent soils, the sorbile air.
Perceiving his teleological identity, he stuck his nose beneath death's viscid surface, then concluded there is nothing abstruse behind a mirror. His invented sun was already there watching in the reflection.
But telaesthetsia randomized the organization of thought, discarnate will vied with eidetic appetite. Would he cease to be participant, slouch into an asemic force? Conceit induced him; so he fabricated a body for himself, reimagined from pieces of Dwlf and Amidash, levied with the imperfections of the flesh, leavened with the facilities of a god. Immediately he understood the significance of voluntary reincorporation.
I am the new tellurian.
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