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I have climbed up into His rock stronghold in search of the perfect stone.
Struggling, until at last where the air is thin, I stand upon the pinnacle. With only the azure universe above, I gaze down into the rolling cloak of mist pierced by unspoilt granite splendor. In every direction all I can see is the hand of the Master sculptor. To remove even one small stone is to diminish perfection. Moved to tears the ice crystals fall from my cheek into a frozen white embrace, there to remain until I too am made perfect.