

I awoke in the summer the sun struck the earth to furnish us with fire[i]. But jealous hands fashioned their cross to a sword[ii], brandished their gift as a torch to burn the light. "To the dead we owe only the truth[iii]" - the human condition[iv]. Surveying the space between the nave I saw my own infernal grave - existential imperfection[v].
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