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and from the great void comes those star laden vaults and distance unimaginable and the planets with their spinning moon. the fields of ebony sparkle with the light of a billion suns, the flowers of the galaxies, whose light is old... older than time, and whose song is silent and beautiful and eternal. Such magnificence!

and what of me? i am born into this endlessness with a mind that dances and flickers in the winds of infinity. Our minds are the windows and we are but spectators of a play without end. So, upon this blue world we live and breathe and create. Here, we pretend to be of some great and create. Here, we pretend to be of some great importance as we cast ourselves about, flaunting and gloating and screaming aloud until we are Dead and nothing is left save the echo of our soul. So i ask myself, what will my echo Be?

      may my soul shout LOVE            - Tobias Crabtree 

 

This site is hosted by Brian Foster and Josh Crabtree. For information about Tob or the use of his Artwork you can contact Brian:

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