The essence of knowledge conception grasps, excitement pore-deep. Every understanding of the unstoppable is subject to the mature view of the path. That horizon, of the winding unknown traversed, touches the eye's weariness. Far from the consummation of wholeness, that which hears the path, untrained in perception. The sound of the other word's power lines up impenetrability, the cheerfulness of the round dance gives light to the dark. The halting step of the standing mind peeps, resting on the crossroads, holding the tone of speech. The call of contemplation wounds, befits the stream of thought.