A thousand remembrance is but one remembrance a stirring melody only resonates if it moves the spirit Lingers not a remembrance needlessly uncharitable For on it's return will only find a soundless empty vista
You can gaze a thousand sights with empty glazed eyes knowing it pours with transparent ease into a withering hole for neither soul or mind find allure or worthiness in facades the sages teaches passions governed not passions extracted
A thousand orators does not mean a thousand pulpit wits sounds,voices needs welcoming home to attain completeness in absence thus, they might as well be anything and nothing disinterest, unattuned renders a deaf companion readily
A spartan is more than everyman less than the warrior king in acute governance of mind, spirit and the call of the beast for the chimes of climates races uneven, fallible thrones beware In vagaries and shifts certainty stems within in tempered minds