I have to finish transcribing the ending.
In the time before the coming of Man, before he learned to count the
stars in the Heaven, and name the Seas that surrounded him, there was
a morning star that danced in the deep blue sky at dawn’s first
light. This was the time when wisdom and thoughts were not in man for
he was not created yet. But there was whisperings in the inky night,
and hushed tales reaching earth from distant stars, and in great
tales yet to be stored in the hold of the moon, whose round sails
traversed the sky, its sails adjusted and trimmed to the moods of the
months and seasons, but not to the moods man, for even the gods did
not have their whims as yet.
Then there was talking amongst the great rocks that buttressed into
the sea, so deep and ancient the voices that only the seagulls…
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