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What happiness and joy would bring to me this day, me a mere man, what have I done to deserve this gift bestowed unto me, to make a stand and believe in things unseen.
Alas, to see my footprints in the sand and to dream of simpler things, what joy brings to my soul: exaltations and ascendance.
From places of knowledge, I hear the sound of a hallelujah chorus, angelic voices, singing an ode to joy, a hymn to this night of beautiful songs, of a full moon in bloom and starry skies, touching the glacial chills that cut. My eyes opened wide, and I see for the first time. My ears primed, I hear the clarity of the sound. I am lifted to the heavens, carried in the arms of angels – swept on a tidal wave. The emotions swell, for who this day could have foretold that such wonder would be vested unto me, the nectar that sweetens and moisten the lips.
In Excelsis, I walk through the great cathedrals’ hallow halls, and I am crush by the weight and density of the sandstone walls, the gargoyles mock, my senses overwhelmed. I see vivid colours, grand temples and monuments to the Gods. I this day worship and feel life: the intensity and urgency of living. I look through the stained glass windows and experience the colours’ luminosity: clear as they are vibrant.
I am enveloped in the ecstasy and rapture, for no narcotic could fill the mind with…
