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This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship...

Anything can happen. You know how Jupiter will mostly wait for clouds to gather head before he hurls the lightning? Well, just now he galloped his thunder cart and his horses.

Across a clear blue sky. It shook the earth and the clogged under earth, the River Styx, the winding streams, the atlantic shore itself. Anything can happen.

The tallest towers be overturned, those in high places daunted, those overlooked regarded. Stropped-beak Fortune Swoops, making the air gasp, tearing the crest off one, setting it down bleeding on the next.

Ground gives. The heaven’s weight lifts up off Atlas like a kettle-lid. Capstones shift, nothing resettles right. Telluric ash and fire-spores boil away. 

- Seamus Heaney