I saw a river bathed in light blue gold - sapphire immersed in water flow from the current myriad of stars, each star in a color, and a dance, and river. Each star sang to himself his own life, and was compounded by the river, singing in a horrible and sublime.
Where leads your gear, which flows into your life, the river?
My vision does not see beyond the anxiety, and turning back is not lawful.
