Brothers, you speak divine words. Archaic shepherd. For you I answer. Ala pronounced voice. To the world. To your tongue. To your pronounced tongue. To its sources, to its roots. So living in your revelation. There my soul flows like burning lava from an explosive volcano. His smile flows liquid. Hence the day. The day inside. Invades even the stones. So my divine pact. I belong to you. To you, presence. My reflection. Truth of the least, I exist.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypo/thesis.