The gleaming glorious soul, stained with purity, jumping within a flawless framework; *Chukwu's breath of perfected imperfection. Or The sacred tongue whose daily ritual is to sole - thump within the vicinity of the greater best, better than the good. I see affirmative fragments muffled by heaps of nays. Yet, sapiens assume fountains, flowing directly from Chukwu's groin. *God