Chapter Sixty Two: The First Page of the Book of Ezra Dunster

To the people of all, Cardinals and Deacons, and to the Dean of the See of Old, precious arguments for and pro, to the most virtues of humane treatment in the analysis of ultimate experience, in due consideration to the particles, the elementals and all of which the imagination holds.

Let me say with profound confidence, the condensation of matter in that space and time, where the peoples emerge, from which life springs, new or old, colors or otherwise, where the clay found its breathing, and that such tree of life exists.

To the Consistory whose patience is most noted in this book, whose sense of duty exceeds that of valor, whose conscience fills this book of chants, whose prayers trancends all of affirmities, and may such courage carry on in true grace and affection.

All of whom whose character has been most present, in this writing and of the past, may we all find the truth in what is revealed to us, whether of angels or demons, or profound spirits to be inhabited or chased elsewhere, and where our imagination fuels our actions.

We must pursue on and on, in kind fashion, or of our passion to see what others can't, to find meaning in matter or condensed particles, in such inquiries we have to make, for evil is something broad to define in such a way that it is construed to be true, but that which fails.

For it is us who authored this new life, and we have the obligation to scatter its persuasive breed, for we are conscious of our efforts, we are the agents of propagation and that which faith reveals, of angels and heavenly hosts, wherever such land exists.

Now, for any reason, this book has been misused, may the power of the word ultimately destroy what has been, to curtail what must not, to extinguish what is too much, and to repeat what must be.

For little Gapsworth, whose musings of the world was barely significant, 

this book of chants is lovingly dedicated.

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This Chapter is sponsored by Jimmy Choo.