I thought this site was dead. I began to use it for different ends. But alas, surprise - it was never dead, only hidden to my eyes, you all kept going, love you guys!

​Let me know if the formatting's wrong, and I'll update the look of your sacred song.

​Emanuel

A mystic tree did block the path on which I trudged along, not felled but newly rooted with its leaves full green, alive with song. At once it looked familiar but again a foreign silhouette; I knew the names of branches but the leaves themselves, we’d never met. To the tree I introduced myself as one who needs must navigate the dissolution harmonies that frightened men disseminate. The tree then laughed and stepped aside and bent its boughs in salutation. And thence the mystic seed was planted: the fruitlessness of navigation.

​Samuel Tillman