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in the ether is an ocean.
Unlike our oceans, which are comprised of hydrogen and oxygen,
this ocean is comprised of our thoughts, for thoughts are as real as atoms.
If there is knowledge you seek, it is known by someone,
somewhere, sometime, and so it can be found.
Many can enter this ocean.
Few can navigate it.
Once, I was celebrated for my skill,
respected by great men.
I knew, however,
they would never understand my methods.
The men of my or der are chaste,
and sex magic is held in contempt.
Of course, I was found out.
My gifts ridiculed.
My service despised.
Walking unseen amongst the dead can be unsettling,
the rhythm of the beat is, but the gaze of
the dead is constant and fixed,
filling the ether with judgment an d wrong.
I swear to you, you'll be al right
I knew, however,
they would never understand my methods.
The men of my order are chaste,
and sex magic is held in contempt.
Of course, I was found out by
Gibbs ridicule.
My service despised.
Go!
you