One can understand the danger of fire to the blind. But a dependable flow of electrons is no substitute for a frail flame, senescence being an aggregate of sacredness.

Each thing is merely the limit of the flame
to which it owes its existence...
as cave paintings need the disruptive play of
                  of flickering tallow lamps.

Did chanting begin as eccos off gibbous walls in the light of mimicking game, one hemisphere tuning to the other? Was this the original prayer?

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