For him I sing,
I raise the present on the past,
(As some perennial tree out of its roots, the present on the past,)
With time and space I him dilate and fuse the immortal laws,
To make himself by them the law unto himself. /XDed69Nmo7P5nCulG+GaG63DTXQoFbGlHWe0SXEtBXmU1X4cDlHIJ11DWI2LXoY