A spark arises in the beginning a word was made a song, a kind word that would sing til the ends of time and the corners of the world Joy. a harvest would arise deep inside the echoes of that word that lingers on the lips, half forgotten, half spoken, half distinguished. Time unravels in its essence and feasts on the particle of Light that spring from the Core of that star that is You, across time, across ages, across lifetimes, across wealth, and a spark arises.