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"The fine art of pingas is strong with this one"
"As are his fellow companions"
They are everything, that we are not. The leaves on the ground, the stone in the mountains. They listen, and know. The art of pingas courses around every aspect of these creatures lives yet they haven't any idea as to its existince related to them. They think they know of many things, but they have just begun their long dream.
"They are arrogant, yet humble. They understand many forces affecting their lives, yet, so little do they understand their true power. Pingas is everywhere, but nowhere. It is the esscence of all that are. It is what we are not. And I? I am, Pingas...
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