Residing amongst eternity, experiencing the gravity of time and the grave nature of limitations.
Surrounded on all sides by the eternally recurring spring of knowledge yet unable to drink.
(Sharing Tantalus' fate, lacking cognizance of Plato's object of perfection.
To charm the sphere is to control perfection.
To possess the sphere crystal glowing with white heat an elusive dream like those that sip through the fingers of the mind.
Entranceways of possibility take on a warm effulgence through shards of the sphere containing a duality of tactile sensations.
The ghosts of occurence rattle their chains and emit mocking tones but the light of our shards illuminates their form.
Translates their speech and weaves their silvery words into grails of knowledge.
Forming the fashioned cups from which we may sip and collect the droplets of wisdom that radiate outward from the tissues within.
Incandescent-The sapient spring.

To be continued...