This is that which passeth understanding -
This is that place, that place where I am standing,
Hear me now speak in tongues no man has heard,
Read the words no man has read.
The wise man walks between the chasms,
Blind-folded and hung over,
Knowing the fall will come soon,
Unexpected but inevitable -
And as he walks his hands will lift in the air -
As though he remembered how his ancestors once flew,
And he will stretch out his hand,
To guide those around him to their doom.
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