great hunger stirs me from a thousand years' slumber. i rise, and prepare to feast my mind on the fruits of knowledge that have flourished in my stead.
i find no man's table before me, but a garden palatial, replete with all to sustain the flesh and overwhelm the senses. at my hand lie fruit, flower, nut and vine, circling a silent crystalline pool in fragrant splendour.
i pause before the temporal, fixing my eyes on a sparkle of dust floating at the center of the pool. the great void hunger that stabbed at my slumber implodes to infinity, and i am again whole. sated by nothing in the midst of everything, my mind teems with rapture.
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