For the chosen alters. Enter.

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Dissociated alters of the
one ontological primitive,
we gathered to honour
a giant of our kind.


A true Doctor of Philosophy


Across our dissociated boundaries
absolved of the hard problem,
green was the April grass,
mellifluous his fluent speech,
warm was our love;
we left nor bitter nor disappointed.