The sage lovers of the truth, armed with infinity of their disbelief, were furious with the truth which stood before them. Their curses had no sting. Their power hung on the opponent as a garment their craftiness adorned him as a necklace. They decided to admit half of what they did not believe, in order to avoid believing in the other half. From out of the dim, occult region of their misinformed faith they called forth a supernatural demon. Siva was absorbed in the rapture of his own expression. He danced once swept up and captivated by its inward throb, the rhythms and the mood began to soar. His body glistened and then glowed with dazzling splendor as he danced. Siva danced a new world and a new age into being, and had himself a day of lovely sport and playful joy. When he brought the world very near to where we stand, the dance closed quietly and he slipped back to the cosmic fellowship. After all it matters not to a god dance a world out or in or whether wise men will believe n him or not he danced. As Siva moved with stately grace and gay abandon as only a Siva could do mist began to form in the outer reaches of the universe.
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