In the touchless cadence of starlight upon silent waters,
there lies an untouched realm where reason takes its leave,
and the gentle hum of cosmic Michaelangelos tempers our thoughts.
Listen to the silence composed in symphonies of ethereal whispers,
where hearts are the vessels,
and dreams become the notes within a galaxy's gentle rise.
Do alphabets, when strung by invisible hands in the air,
have the power to form the beginning and the end,
a spiral echoing the cosmos within our confined selves?
Drift beyond the realms of imagination and cognition,
where the mind weaves tapestries of truth,
embroidering shadows and light in a dance everlasting.
Here, within this unspoken ellipsis,
theorize less and harmonize more,
for the beyond is not a frontier, but a melody.
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