No place for this ego. No flower goes gainst blooming in spring. A pebble falls from on high and makes the greatest rings. You are once from on High and you leave the rings as your signature and gift and name. Symmetry is beauty.
Language is symmetrical.
True power is all-dispersal. We speak concepts and words like a planter of seeds which the listener experiences and cultivates with all the elements of his or her being. Often we are long gone when the seed manifests as a flower. We only remain to plant. Art is the living word as we dream it.