Firefly Ravine The Hypostasis of the Archons

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Running water always calmed him. He witnessed it with the double-sided pang of reverence and frustration that haunted him often these days.

Geese milled downstream. Resting against a tree, he watched the crescent flash of their pale underbellies as they readied themselves for their southward exodus, wondering if he had ever seen the same bird twice in his life.

How he yearned to understand their strange language! To emulate their proximity to heaven!

In their cloistered lives above the cover of clouds—he was certain that they bore gnosis.