Esotropiart

It is now time to write an extremely long sentence that simply goes on and on about various important exponents of the mind (or not). Maybe this sentence will somehow inspire deep thought (or not)... In the pattern set by Supreme Wandering Fist.

Once upon a time in a land where the eagles dwelt in red, inspired foam, the sea crested in line with the spirit of the soaring creatures that could outlast the dawn in its golden grandeur, but on the other side of Dark Crag lied in wait the one fowl monster who never knew or sought the Light, for he carried the black with him in a mirky cloud, but one can cast a shadow only that shines the light, and he therefore is lost in his weakened state that only knows and collects the sorrow of his peers, a sorrow that can now hide because it is taken up in the arms of another, yet remains revealed through his essense, and it is presupposed that he is lost, but there is a shining light inside that confounds the minds of the brightest scholar, and they all wander in circles of confusion, only to converge with hands in the air, though on the other side of the Crag lies the warmth and the light, and the hope remains that a short journey would move the very sun that shines into the black, so he leaves his cloud behind.