Electro and chromo; the weak and the strong, unifying space with time, electricity with magnetism, this abstract mathematical symmetry: the gauge.
Would this never be true of a being, experiencing existence in iniquity, but falling to earth; the harsh tones of hurt. For all the light blocked by necessary black, absorbing that which otherwise illuminates; yet a star will always outshine.
A cave once discovered is found anew, enjoyed for a time: reflection, shields, and dressing; drawn swords, shields, and wounds; to fix that which faltered, to reign in the wind; to rope in the wild; reminding, affirming, truisms of ages, but one: as tools to weapons, for intent, or for use; the converse is always true.
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