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A Progress Of Baluster

 The next step: a row of balusters topped by a rail. In the fertile vial of early making, needs become effective as progress. Naming rites ensue. 

The documented name Tiglath-Pileser (8th century BCE , you aren’t dreaming) left several important inscriptions of his reign. Deeds of greatness including conquering, shockwave shivers, enemy in fear, presentiments of pride, adumbration, who founded perplexity. 

Language the first wall of city-state. Everything raises to purpose. City suffices in stating nothing but gathering. A time before no time existed.

Murmur proclaims, or vice versa, as will. Breathless actions written in stone and clay. History before history equals people singularly ungrouped. 

The Sumerians woke at the dawn of thinking about when beginning began. They discovered a fertile land between knowing rivers. If Figure A exists it would show a map with all possibilities directed by imagination, a splendid fireball of rigour. 

Imagination always becomes hungry and drive. 

Floods trained to rich wet purpose. Purpose becomes assay. Earth bends slightly to the lowly being. Fguring this out helps little. 

Things line up to do and get done. Gods light on purpose, or so it is written. The tendril of words catches purchase. Meaning would make sense even if sense would not make meaning.

By endeavour, Sennacherib, Pulu, and Hammurabi can be pronounced correctly even now, to what unknown purpose. Lessons inveigh in the documentary inhabited earth, the straight centric habitude of being. The end road fits an astonishing number of parallels.


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