search has taken you far and wide
Your travels have been exhaustive...
You have left more than one
in a pile of
Your quest... Wisdom... Inner substance... A tool to help make
of the modern world.
An artifact of
heart and reason.
The data-stream wind is blowing up
Nestled atop a mountainous network core
digitized monastery. As you reverently open the
seemingly ancient gate...
you are subdued
by the smell of incense...
Or is that burning circuitry?
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