I take in the grace of the surrounding seascape like a blind man whose vision is suddenly restored, not in a drab clinic, but on a high and windy promontory overlooking half the world. Though the only noise is the thunder of the sea, I take music from my memory and fuse it with the sound of wind and waves. The fullness of the clouds and the sparkling of the sun on shattered liquid brings tranquility and profound bliss.
Though I feel the end approaching - the end of the familiar, the rearrangement of the elements of beauty... I believe that as the night presses it's ever-expanding claim, the things in which I put my faith will come most alive, and fight their undoing by rising up to their full and majestic height.
After suffering must come redemption. Of this I have no doubt.
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