Strike not the least cleft into the original wood lest your head should split from sheer fright and joy should fade as thoughts rise like vapor in the porous mind. Happily, the timeless, selfsame wood ever remains uncleaved in flawless mystery, even as the mind proudly swings its ax, creating a ceaseless cascade of evanescent sparks. 'Ihe old oak stands firm. It is the mind that bends and groans in the wind-swept space of its own design.
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