Wisdom is a very soft whisperer. Her call grows faint as darkness falls.
The fool cannot hear her even when she is right next to him. Her voice
is like fine silver flake blowing in the winds of time eternal. The fool
will not see her. His head is buried in the sands of death and the
grave. We rest in her arms and sleep in her bountiful house. She is
glad. We long to be with her in everlasting sleep that will never end.
Yea we will walk on her sweet path and hold her close to us. Some of you
will never know her and she is better for it. We will protect her gates
and hide her secrets until the end. When will you come out of your
deep, dark sleep. Open your eyes. Soon time will be no more and all
shall parish to the void. Where will you be? What will you do? She calls
and her voice is sweet.
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