Red sails glowing in the sun, zealous thrum of rigging and tiller,
From afar, from somewhere beyond the shore, echoes of lingering voices
And the the unhurried sounds of filling sails gave joy not only to me.
Before the five senses were opened, and earlier than any beginning
They waited, ready, for all those who would call themselves mortals,
So that they might praise, as I do, life, that is, happiness.
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