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. pb/6d0sFcr6BLOlGB6SAHuiVqcWNrJSvJ2cEAhgQa1XJ1DUIdH62VcpEMxOAjccL
