Dear Pythia.

 

Into this oven we gaze upon the,

Paths we create. From beyond time's hand a,

Mirror of a desired choice she will see.

This Delphi is in us all, yet quite far.

 

Many thanks Pythia. Please accept this,

As our appreciation. Few would gaze,

Upon the world beyond their own two fists,

But your insight is worthy of much praise.

 

Though your presence we have not yet received,

We retain the intent behind your acts.

Tireless, every mind you seek to please.

So rest, while we give you these precious facts...

 

Pythia... "What we do is just a shadow of what we want to do, and the only truths we can point to are the ever changing truths of our own experience." Our path has graced us with many pebbles and stones, but we gaze upon none of these. Our thoughts are beyond our comprehension to reach toward, yet this desire is primal. Although our mind is a foreign place, harmony we shall serve. All stones and pebbles until now have received the wind, but now there are rocks... and cliffs. Please, siren to those comrades of harmony and be our star. This is beyond our reach as our gargoyles come to life...

 

The hand of time is swift and is not inspired to share a grin.

 

Adrien.