That beyond the sphere of the usual,
that remaining finally incomprehensible
despite the mutterings of discourse,
that without a discernible reason;
that without a name or a symbol
that represents its form adequately,
that decoded and deciphered poorly
then given an heretical interpretation;
that beyond the sense of sound, beyond
the ideal of beyond, transcending us
in a wholly majestic display of grace
that resists many modes of study.
Thus the spirit inspiring my belief
is the innocent laughter of a child.
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