This is a ready-made little song. This is the kind of singing that powers the cosmos. It’s only to be sung while standing on the highest ground. It’s like the swan-song stanza, the grand finale, when you never want the aesthetic experience to end, when you get that light-headed, bliss-wonder feeling. It’s like moving towards the eternal feminine, which after all is nothing more than the primal pull of Nature. Falling into Nature’s pull, answering Her call, is the same as becoming altogether godlike, the old “blending into the godhead.” Nature says, “Be yourself! Touch the Earth!” Let us therefore rise in song and fall in love. Stand on the ultimate stanza, command an ever-greater vista, dare the ever-higher ground. Ascend to the metaphysical mesa between Earth and Heaven. Pose yourself in the eternal moment, the ever-lasting calm, the great, infinite ouroboros of linear temporality. Reach out with your mind to see the vast spiraling motion of all realms, all transcendent dimensions beyond the greatest conceptions and perceptions of non-linear spacetime. The prolegomenon is the indefinite astral, and the denouement is the indefinite astral. From the cradle to the grave is pure unendingness. Before time and after time we learn the same - to stand still and sing.