Are you interested in experiencing a close brush with a holy anomaly or a rowdy blessing or a divine wild card? If not, that's perfectly OK. Just say, "No, I'm not ready for a lyrical flurry of uncanny grace." And the freaky splendor or convulsive beauty or mystical mutation will avoid making contact with you, no questions asked. But if you suspect you might enjoy communing with a subversive blast of illumination—if you think you could have fun coming to terms with a tricky epiphany that blows your mind—then go out under the night sky and whisper a message like this: "I'm ready for you, sweetness. Find me."
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