Ý Ý Ý Ý Ý Ý Ý Ý Ý
If the place were not so distant,
If words were known, and spoken,
Then the God might be a gold ikon,
Or a page in a paper book.
But it comes as the Kirghiz Light
There is no other way to know it.
Pynchon's aqyn's song, verse four.
Ý Ý Ý Ý Ý Ý Ý Ý Ý
Bewdiful.
best