it is a cameo of infinitude that many fail to comprehend with their increasingly miniscule sphere of thought in which other banal rungs of ideas and thoughts are seated before the graces of the power that is the vastness of reason and all that is good in the world (including spice and everything
nice, but the stuff that makes up
boys (which i do not choose to explicate in this
space for its pure vulgarity in the face of "rather")
may be included if one takes the bokonist view of "as it ought to have been")