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Part of the denominator, extraordinary matters level off and find the lowest trough. So-called excellence will joust with tomfoolery, and they are wrestling still. In days of yore the seer would declaim the truth, accepted by the old, the youth, whereas for now the spirits mill, are we shackled, are we freer, hungry now our mouths to fill? Time will not stand for surety, the prophet's exclamation gone to dust, while totems crumble, metals turn to rust, we try to compromise, a bitter pill for those who crave acerbity and swear our bliss to spill. Were we to strike good earth, avoid all roiling undulation, seek and hold a firm foundation, and ascend the highest hill, then would excellence be realized for all its worth, and our hopes and dreams we would fulfill.