.      The shape oƒ what we love and fear
                                 Hides s∅meplace we may never go            
                      And all the t☈uths we hold most dear              
                  Are things that we ₥ay never know                                      
                  But in the midd↳e of your mind                                
                    A darkness brightεr than the Sun                                        
                      If you shall ⑀eek then you shall find                
                             The ⑀hadows of the Formless One