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...written on 2009-02-02, @ 4:42 p.m.
This rolling expanse of new knowledge lodged lengthwise in my jaws leaves me slavering, blind and desperately drooling for a taste. So I mumble incoherently and teeter at the brink of forethough before I stumble and I choke on this explosion. Ahh, sweet syrup of studious gods drip delicately down the back of my throat as I sputter and cough. Like Bacchus, cruel and jolly glutton, I cram the words of creation down my throat. This is how we heal them, I swallow thickly. This is how we guide them, I gorge. This is how we find the truth, and I tremble.
This is new and bright and beautiful.
This is the world on your lips and oh it is glorious.