" The Voice comes from far away.
But he does not understand what is being said.
But the tone of it was clear, beautiful and pure.
Like shimmering fibers of light the sound seduced him.
He had never experienced such a sense of warmth.
No sound had ever touched him as this one had.
Was it day or night?
Over and over the same voices.
They banded together upon a floating rhytm to create a choir.
The light within him began to move.
The warmth roamed. Always faster.
It took possesion of him.
Everything became one.
Was that God?"
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