I would like to ask if the tapered and correlative sensation of the originator should triumph over the cosmic, outright sensibilities of the master, if it is for mer mortals to contemplate or even comprehend the veracious thought of supreme beings, if mutilated by a great force an incapacitated environment will be the more beautiful for that mutilation, if craft has the right to a mimeograph, so to speak, of man, life, creation, if things will advance better when their brawn and huskiness not muscles and vigour have been clasped from them, words best be partial in there doneness as is the way to be euphonic.
