this is a test of The EmergentWe Broadcast System, ineluctable modality is optional; shew must be left at door
	Dream no dream of me and we will dream and we will dream since not slipped and no time right from wrong a misnomeric homeric epithet silence cannot be so bitter righteous cannot be so strong there withal no withdrawal from rage no silence of age gifts are meant to be destroyed on an altar, smouldering and guttering until we dream no more of ardent ways kindness must kill to be in kind the thing itself   immortal i open the walkway and i cannot remember and i seem to recall and i referred to the referent and i seem to conjecture but i canst not cantanker so i entrust the word i shouldn't sigh over time enter thine writ large and wording itself the fiction becomes fiction becomes the thing itself

there is no truth; there are only the world as it is