My Myth

In the beginning, the silence was broken by a sound, a vast, resonant unity. AAAAAAAAAAHH! Sound and silence became rhythm. Rhythm grew into syncopation. Harmonies emerged. Melodies found life. The Great Song, born from nothing, is still being sung today. We are all singers of creation. Stories are the Lyrics of the Great song. My story begins in a land, ...

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