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It has been there for many centuries before the world began, it has served the Egyptians well and has taken the lion out of the den, the British was in it,  the Puritan have mastered it, the Babylonians have conceptualized it and the native Americans have conquered it.  

It has been there from the beginning of time dancing with the divine, you can find it in the caves of Peru and in the trunks of trees that kept its roots for more than a hundred years. The Germans have tried to destroy it but the French have preserved. 

Alexander the Great had strong muscle, his spear was sharp and he won every battle; when he mounts his horse, he forces the devil to count the cost and in five minutes he took down a thousand heads and left them bleeding on the bed. 

His style was unique and he often trains way out in the deep, the French Bonaparte was no match for his gallantry and at every turn he left a whole battalion weeping on the ground. 

 He often points his spear in the sun and draws a circle around it before the day is done, it is the web of protection that prevents him from falling and the technique that he uses to spread out his feet gives him balance.

 His technique is strong and his army covers the entire land. Examine the writing on the square and it will tell you what is transpiring over there. 

I sit quietly on a rock near the stream contemplating a mystical dream; there was a big celebration on every street. The people were dressed up in a variety of colors and they all gathered around the big stage, dancing to the music as it bellows in the street.  

The crowd was very thick and the people occupy the space that could covers three football fields, the vendors lined up on the other side dancing to rhythm of their selfish pride, the celebration was big and people came from many countries to celebrate the liberation gig.

I sit on the rock looking into the distance and I felt deeply connected to something that was not there, I could see the trees moving discretely between rows and a vast sunflower field standing at attention towards the sun and the circle in the middle signing a decree.  

A woman on a donkey passed by and holds her head toward the sky and mumbles some words underneath her breath. She was sent there to rescue the Deers from the viscous dogs. 

It is the moment embodied with those shared feelings and you cannot tell when it begins. Sometimes it runs deep within your soul and it makes you want to shout and when it crawls up your chest it creates a musical sensation that leaves you gasping for breath. It is exotic, it is explicit and it its electrifying. 

The circle in the sun is very strong, the circle in the sun will captivate the land, the circle in the sun is within sight and be careful how you put out the lights.

 You must observe it carefully and study the lines for eternity. They are more than just lines and circle.
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