It is the voice that undermines our peace and overrides our doubts. It is the song that cooes us into possibility, and derobes our becoming. With shimmering skin and eyes full of wonder as we stare into the mirage of our making and finally deem that we are worthy. It is the impulse of the search, that distant place where the midday sun glows iridescent upon our skin and we become immortal, like gods. It is the voice that deems us all pilgrims of this world. It speaks of an unpathed road stretching endlessly towards golden horizons, each far landscape dissolving into the next and you walk on into the infinity of imagination. There is a voice within every human heart that whispers our Name.
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