The penumbra of night is forming a vast parasol of darkness over the Earth, and stars after stars gather to imprint their regnancy  above the slumberous blue planet. In the stillness that envelops me I feel urged to retreat into the omphalos of my consciousness, where deep in my inmost soul an august spirit dwells therein. O this ever-glowing divine spark whose sweet-flowing radiance cannot be undimmed by matter, nor by sub-lunary existence.

The plenilune appears with foreboding of a marvelous occurrence…

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