Sawbeaked epitome of bodiless Idea, tossed by gusts of ether, dive Through abstract mists and raid the sea of fact Eat rich strange fish, grow long bright feathers, press Form’s flesh around thought’s rib, and so derive From the act of beauty, beauty of the act.
-Philip José Farmer
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